Moonlight - Poem by Morgan Evans
When the birds fly in,
the warm air grows hotter, and
your cheeks begin to burn.You know the chilling night
is comming.You look up at the darkened heavens above,
and see thousands of glowing glissering eyes stair at you.
The cold night air breeze feels soothing,
against your summer turned skin.
The trees sway in the longing night air breeze,
searching for the last of the sunlight.
The last of light you see, is a streak of orange,
purple, pink, and even a light blue mixed together.
The soothing breeze howls like a lonely wolf in your ear.
The moon reflects off the lake,
its now the color of a silky ghostly white.
This place is so soothing to be, but you fall asleep
under the moon.
When you awaken all that is left is a lomesome star,
but it is fading away aswell.
fresh dew sits on the green grass.
the warmth of the day has now returned.
You can no longer see the soothing beauty of the night.
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