midnight on the hill

At midnight up on the hill

The dim street lights shining along

The tall trees and branches

The long arms of the shadows

If you think about ghosts

If you talk about the stories

The mind will play tricks

You seem to hear the laughing

Sometimes you think it is the wind

Brushing the leaves of the branches

Waving at you reaching towards your walk

You will get a jump thinking it is real...

As you walk on the night hill

The cool air and silence greet

Alone on your walk

Your eyes and ears seem to play tricks