In the deep of night a certain stillness settles in upon
earth.
Taking with it all sound, all life, and hiding it somewhere
in a vault below the ground.
Tenderly filtering through the clouds, the moon strays out
upon a canvas of the nighttime sky.
Bringing with it, stars, all bright, set in battle array,
noticing their proud formations, the moon meticulously makes
sure that each and every one are in the spotlight, so they
can be seen by all below, watching from the earth.
Gathered around heaven's hearth, silently they all glow,
sending out a message that all is fine tonight.
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