Midnight Earth

12 PM Earth, a domain of shadows profound,

Where murmurs weave a mysterious embroidery,

An embroidery that human eyes can't see,

However the spirit can detect in the quiet of 12 PM.

The moon, a silver lamp in the grandiose void,

Provides reason to feel ambiguous about its ethereal gleam the dozing land,

A divine watchman looking after the evening,

As dreams dance on the edges of sleep.

In this quietude, the world takes peacefully,

Nature's nighttime ensemble unfurls,

A delicate stir of leaves, a far off owl's call,

Blending with the beat of the universe.

The city rests, its pulse a far off mumble,

As the 12 PM air envelops the roads by quietness,

However underneath the surface, a lively heartbeat perseveres,

The heartbeat of a city in its fantasies.

12 PM Earth, a material for divine craftsmanship,

Brilliant star groupings paint stories overhead,

Each gleaming spot a part in the grandiose book,

A story of systems, of comets, of secrets untold.

The night breeze conveys a fragrance of serenity,

A scent of jasmine and insider facts shared,

As the world underneath rests, the sky stir,

A heavenly expressive dance in the velvet span above.

Quiet strides reverberation in the passages of time,

As the clock ticks away the snapshots of the evening,

12 PM Earth, a phase for the everlasting show,

Where past, present, and future interweave.

Underneath the 12 PM sky, reflections sparkle,

Pools of evening glow on peaceful waters,

A mirror to the spirit, uncovering stowed away profundities,

As the night murmurs privileged insights to the people who tune in.

The shadows play, a dance of yin and yang,

Adjusting the domains of obscurity and light,

12 PM Earth, a fragile harmony,

An update that contrary energies are bound in enormous solidarity.

In the core of dimness, stars arise,

A divine embroidery woven with stardust,

Lighting the creative mind, fuelling the fantasies,

As the 12 PM hour winds around its charm.

A solitary individual's cry penetrates the tranquility,

A basic call reverberating as the night progressed,

An indication of untamed wild,

Amidst metropolitan sleep.

12 PM Earth, a domain of thoughtfulness,

Where contemplations meander in the maze of the brain,

As the world dreams underneath the enormous blanket,

A blanket weaved with the strings of plausibility.

The night sky, a material for the writers and visionaries,

A display of wishes, where meteorites award wants,

12 PM Earth, a safe-haven for the nighttime,

A sanctuary for the people who track down comfort in the calm.

As the clock strikes 12 PM, a second suspended,

A respite in the ensemble of presence,

12 PM Earth, an edge to the unexplored world,

Where the mysterious and commonplace meet.

In the quiet of the evening, reverberations of forever,

An immortal song that rises above the limited,

An update that in the huge region of the universe,

Each heartbeat is a divine note in the excellent ensemble of life.