I don't fear much the night,
With its darkness and absence of light.
For I know it is but a prelude,
To the glorious day that breaks,
Revealing hidden beauties anew.
The night wears a sacred veil—
God's thoughtful gift to us.
He adorned it with a cool, soft glow,
And scattered stars across the skies,
Shining, even unseen by day.
When it rains in the depths of night,
And clouds obscure the moon and stars,
We hear their melodies on earth,
Echoes filling the silent air.
"Show us fields of green and lush,
And we shall cast a golden glow,
Turning night's realm to one of light,
And sound unseen in daylight's din."
MyKoul
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