The sky is high engulfed in all that's weary and doubt.
I close my eyes and I can hear the crickets whisper their party tune.
The still breeze brings an eerie feeling to the stationary trees as the moonlight dances to the sounds of the night.
Mans' mechanics interrupt the night's peaceful slumber.
Drilling, pounding around and around in my head but still I try to forget this blunder as the tune returns in a blissful mode.
Around and around the moonlight dances to the frolicking of the night and as I sleep in a peaceful slumber, the moon whispers good night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly love this. Night is my favorite time of day. It's a shame that men cannot even keep quiet and still during the tranquility of the peaceful night. ~Lacey~