Treasure Island

Kellsey Hartmann

(5-21-1994)

Mystery of Night


I sit and stare
out into the cool night air
a cool breeze blows by
nights like these, cause my natural high

I look up high
into the endless sky
I see so many stars
could that be Mars?

the trees sway
as another breeze makes its way
the rustling of the trees
the flutter of the leaves

somewhere close by
an owl's cry
I must say
it is a wonderful night for May

the moon no longer shines bright
no longer at such a high height
the sky is purple and pink
this is predawn I think

such a wonderful night
so many beautiful sights
the light is coming bright
and ending the mystery of night

Submitted: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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