You wander through the midnight dreary, trees tower above and yet you are comforted by the crowing Raven who flies near by. The worms on the ground who grumble so fierce despite being so small, the misunderstood spiders who sleep in their web. The twinkling marigold stars who dance with sleepy sheepy clouds. It seems all opposites attract, and pass by a dog of shadow who slumbers with a cat of fire. The breeze carries you on your path, you pass by a calm creek who dances with the wind. And by the time the sun rises, the Raven has shown you it all.