Beauty of the Night
I was looking up into the night sky and decided to write a poem about the beauty i saw.
|I sit at my window peering outside,
It almost makes me want to cry.
I hear owls who-ing in the distance,
In this sight, Mother Nature needs no assistance.
The hour is midnight and the streets are silent,
A break from all the violence.
Drizzles from the previous storm,
Clouds beginning to un-form.
The full moon high in the sky,
Happiness on my face is what I apply.
Winds softly moving the trees,
The most beautiful time to me.
I sit alone in my room at such a sight,
Alone...weeping at the beauty of the night.*
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