Beauty of the Night

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.*