In cold at the end of October night,
Sitting on the roof and warm blanket all wrapped around me,
And just staring at the lovely moon.

The moon was perfectly in shape,
Nor half nor crescent,
Just a perfect round shape.
The moon is shining so brightly as if it is the most beautiful goddess of the world.

Everything around me was dead silent,
No birds nor animals wont make any sound until the first light of the dawn.
But only the dark animals are awake to seek and haunt for their sleeping preys.

But I hear the sweeping sound of the cold air.
Feeling the cold harsh air,
As if it is carrying a magic spell,
To make people's heart shiver and cold itself and Thinking that nothing can break its magic spells.
But when the sun rises from the great east
And melts everyone's hearts with warm love.
The cold harsh wind will go away and thinking why its spell broke because every single magic spell of the world is meant to be broken.

While enjoying my moment at this beautiful night,
I see dark evergreen trees swaying side to side,
As if they are dancing with each other and praising the lovely moon.

The dark grey clouds are moving out from one place to another,
Exploring from day to night with no rest,
Just moving and moving.
But I see one is not moving, the moon.
What a sweet friend who wishes to stay and give her light to make the night more beautiful than ever.

Little white snowflakes are coming down from the sky,
So slow as if the time has stopped.
They are like beautiful winter fairies and showing that the winter has already come.
Sticking to the ground as if they are decorating for Winter Christmas.

Standing up from the roof,
Little snowflakes on my hair and on my comfy blanket,
Looking up at the purple black sky along with the moon.
Slowly the scenery is turning white because of the snow.
I coudn't help but smile while enjoying the moment.