#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The moonlight spills a silver stream,
Across the meadow, soft and serene,
A rustling leaf, a distant call,
Echoes through the night’s still hall.
The river hums a gentle tune,
Its waters glisten 'neath the moon,
While branches sway with tender grace,
A dance in time, a sweet embrace.
The earth beneath, so firm, so deep,
Holds secrets that the night will keep,
A fleeting breeze, a whispered prayer,
Echoing softly through the air.
In this stillness, time unwinds,
The world forgotten, peace reminds,
That in the dark, there's beauty found,
In every hush, in every sound.
The stars above begin to fade,
As dawn prepares its golden blade,
The first soft light, a touch so shy,
Whispers to the earth and sky.
The owl retreats with silent wings,
The morning bird begins to sing,
A tender warmth, a golden hue,
Awakens all the world anew.
The shadows stretch, then slip away,
As night surrenders to the day,
Yet in the quiet, something stays—
The magic of the night's embrace.
And though the dawn now paints the skies,
The memory of night still lies
In every breath, in every sound,
A peace that lingers all around.
The forest breathes, a quiet song,
As nature hums the night along,
And all around, the world seems right,
Wrapped in the velvet arms of night.
Stars above in a velvet sky,
Glimmer as the night drifts by,
A quiet peace, a world asleep,
Where dreams and silence softly creep.
The air is thick with night's embrace,
A timeless, calm, forgotten place,
Where every shadow seems to sigh, ...