By: Anchy Cho
Most people only see the darkness
And the silenced atmosphere of the night
They miss the beauty of the quiet murmurs
Murmurs of rustling leaves from majestic trees
Silhouetted against the silver bath of moonlight
Swaying from the gentle breeze
Like dancers waltzing to
A soft and peaceful lullaby
They don’t hear the faint call
Of a solitary owl
Or the sweet serenade
Of a lonely nightingale
These creatures of midnight
Singing their soothing berceuse
For us, for the moon, and for the night
Clouds fade in and out of sight
Concealing, then unveiling
The winks of distant stars
And the moon’s luminous glow
The night sky is painted
A deep, calm, inky blue
Like the surface of
A gorgeous lake
That blankets us in peace, quiet, and comfort
This is the beauty of the night
The whispering leaves, the silhouetted trees, the ballad of an isolated bird, the million twinkling stars, the vivid silver moon, the magical spirit