Poem:

On this quiet, summer night,

my soul stirs, my spirit leaps

in the light of the generous moon.

I listen to crickets chirping together

with the sound of rustling of leaves

of ancient trees towering high

beneath a boundless canopy of sky,

bejeweled and well-groomed

in subliminal wonder and beauty,

without parallel, about which

the night is whispering its praise.

Cozily nested are birds

in darkened trees, untroubled, free,

as I listen to many sounds of Nature,

vibrating deep within

the private chamber of my soul.

O’er the hills, beyond this range, I watch

tiny specks of light blinking at the night,

followed by a sudden drone of an airplane,

penetrating the solitude, but the night

stays calm and unfazed

while out of the reservoir of my soul,

my spirit flows steadily like a river

into an insatiable ocean of meaningful

tranquility.