On this quiet, summer night,
my soul stirs, my spirit leaps
in the light of the generous moon ….

Night is imbued with the wonders of Nature: The sky becomes a canopy of moon and stars; there is solitude in places where tranquility reigns supreme; the rustle of leaves, stirring the senses, rousing the curiosity of the poet; sounds that we do not seem to hear in broad daylight.

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.