My night is quiet ..... I can hear the croaking of the bull frogs echoing in the grassy banks along my pond . I wonder ... what is it that he hears ? ...... what is the sounds that surround his world at this hour ? What is it that i am missing while i cannot be with him . Who are others missing this night ? How many in this world are waiting ? Starveing to be with the essence that makes them happy and feeling so adored . Some are alone and feel surrounded by love, while others are surrounded by many and feel so alone .
