Night is when
The wind
Dances.
Owls unfurl
Their great
Wings
And take flight.
The coyotes
Sing
In perfect harmony.
The sky
Is alive
With stars,
Winking
At the earth.
The grass
Accepts
Dewdrops
To rest upon
Their blades,
And the flowers
Shine with
Radiance,
As if their
Petals are intricate
Ball gowns.
Then,
Just as the
Night
Is reaching its glory,
The sun
Wisps
It all away.
Written by Megan
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