Say Goodnight...
The glimmer of the moon,
As it kisses the earth,
Igniting all the jades,
And stones in the dirt.
As the wispy clouds,
Some with cosmic dust,
Show the beauty of nights,
Which they seldom encrust.
The clear skies,
Form the perfect background,
As their rich, dark indigo hue,
Touches the lightened ground.
These gentle breezes,
The forming of due,
All start to take their place,
To welcome a dawn, that is new.
The sounds of night,
Although feel eerie,
But in itself it hides,
An untold mystery.
As the trees hustle,
And sway to and fro,
And gently rustle,
As the wind blows slow.
How could one forget,
The sparkling stars,
As they light up the paths,
Of caravans who've travelled for hours.
The dark shades of both;
Of The ground and sky,
Merge at a distance far away,
Forming heaven, anigh.
The high tide of night,
Come, amid the ocean,
From waves and ripples,
As the moon calls them and so does the sun.
Tenderly,blows the wind,
In every coast, from land to sea,
In their slow, swift approch,
As the cold air sinks gracefully.
The atmosphere of night,
All filled with calm,
For all keep the peace and slumber,
As their tiring hardwork, they enbalm.
And so as to not disturb and bring,
All's surreal endeavours in plight,
Let the night help you torpor,
As it bids you a fair good night.
