Night

Night has descended, with its mystic charm,
The world is cloaked in a cloak of calm.
The stars above, shine bright and clear,
As the moon's glow, draws near.

The city lights, twinkle like gems,
As the night sky, transcends.
The world seems to come, alive at night,
As it sheds its mundane sight.

As the darkness, brings them into display.
The owl hoots, with a mystic sound,
As the crickets chirp, in the background.

The night is a time of reflection,
A time to look within, with introspection.
The quietude, of the night sky,
Allows our thoughts, to float by.

We ponder on life's mysteries.
The night is a canvas, for us to paint,
With our thoughts, as we embrace its saint.

The night is a time,
to embrace the peace, that comes our way.
It's a time to reflect, and introspect,
As we unwind, and neglect.

The night is a time, of infinite possibilities,
As we explore the depths, of our own abilities.
We dream, and we imagine,
As we unlock, our own passion.

So let us embrace, the mystical hours of darkness,
And let our souls, be forever blessed.
Let us reflect, and introspect,
As we journey, through the night's neglect.