The mystery of night conveys a special meaning. It is not only a time for rest, but a time when it is lit up by the light of the moon and stars. It is also a source of inspiration for poets and a reason why we, as humans, should be thankful for the comfort that it provides, as it cradles us in the lap of slumber.
In 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 rustle of leaves
Of ancient trees towering high
Beneath a boundless canopy,
Bejeweled and well-groomed
In subliminal wonder and beauty.
Cozily nested are the birds
In the comfort of trees,
Untroubled, resting their wings.
I listen to the sounds of Nature
Vibrating deep within my soul.
Over the hills, beyond this range,
I feast my eyes on specks of light
That keep blinking at the night.
Now and then, a distant interruption
Penetrates the solitude,
But the night is calm, unfazed.
Out of the reservoir of my soul,
My spirit flows steadily like
A river into an insatiable
Ocean of meaningful tranquility.
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