Poem by: FrozenDreamer
They miss so much,
When the sun goes down.
People scurry to clubs or to houses,
Eager to escape the impending darkness.
They create stories of evil creatures who stalk the shadows,
They fear the hours without the sun,
They do not see the dark beauty,
The dark beauty of the night.
How the sky deepens into an inky blue,
Peppered with glittering stars.
All surrounding a radient moon.
How the cool night relives us from the heat of the day.
So many things happen uder the soft moonlight,
Lovers share passionate kisses,
Declaring their love under the stars.
Animals come out, to eat and to play,
All together under the midnight blue.
The night it not to be feared, or avoided,
It is to be celebrated.
Leave your confining houses and hot clubs,
And relish in the cool, dark beauty of the night.
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