Poetry

Mountain Night (#1319)

Crickets playing in the background,
The human animals making no sound,
Moonlight dancing between leaves,
Warm mountain air bathing the ground,
This is the night we have found,
Sweet crescent nestled in the sky,
Fairies and elves gliding the trails of the dragonfly,
Swaying branches of oak and birch,
Raccoons and owls on their silver-lined perch,
Creek and river in their endless pace,
This is the night, the wondrous place.

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