The Moon's Serenity Poem by Samuel Thor

The sound of crashing waves echoes across the moist air; rainfall gently drizzles against the surface of the water, creating a soft and soothing rhythm. As the innumerable twinkling shards of beauty appear high in the heavens the wind kindly rustles through the lush meadow in the land beneath. The moon’s serenity creates an unimaginable aura that hugs all it touches with calm irresistible arms. Trees of the forest sway tenderly with hoods formed by the moon’s illuminating shadows. Even the dust of the earth and the sand of the sea seem to dance under the silver glow of the sky. Unusually friendly darkness surrounds the hum of the winds and scent of the sea and woodland, inviting wanderers to lose themselves in its sensation. Beneath the moon’s serenity spaces harmonize themselves with each other, causing unexplainable aptness. The presence of the sky’s orb exerts reassuring delight to its realm.
Abruptly the darkness alters into malevolence, now pulsing out shades of catastrophe and malice. It rouses the water violently and the downpour starts to descend with smashing force; the earth and sand are whipped about in the obscurity. The storm begins to beat heavily upon the shadows cracking the tranquility like glass. Turmoil disrupts below the shining heavens with disaster and difference, all is seemed to be vanquished.
Though gradually a brilliant light emerges from a distant, forgotten place and the dimness progressively withdraws. Saving radiance breaks over the mountains, enlightening the valley below. The light restores hope to all parts of existence, slowing bringing more peacefulness as the flaming sun rises once more into the earth. Let serenity endure in your heart through the darkest hour of the night; let peace still your soul. Let us, as we go on, never forget the sun will rise after all hours of darkness.