Night

Night

Moonlight tumbles unchecked among stones;

Dragonfly and frog challenge a dance;

The world, it seems, is the color of bones;

The sky throws a star, taking a chance.


A stream murmurs a gurgling delight;

Quietly awaiting come of the day;

While roses soothed under reflection so bright;

Await the turning of blackness to gray.


Darkness and starlight, in perfect unity;

Curve 'yond the heights of imagination;

Offset in the heavens by a pearl of purity;

Night being Nature’s most perfect creation.