#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze.

Wind passing through the dry leaves ,
Of the trees relaxing with its branches and tenants,
Innocence of sleeping birds in the nest ,
Howling of wolves heard over a long distance.

Sitting alone beside my tent and reclining on the treebark,
Thinking about how dark the night is,
And feeling the silence of the atmosphere, ...