Sometimes i wonder where these poems i write come from, Read and enjoy

The Beauty of the Night

To know the night,

Step away from the city,

Find a lonely patch of land,

Where some damp grass awaits,

To lay and watch

The stars moving

Ever so slowly,

The moon

Coming and going,

The wolf howls in the night

Crickets sing their song,

And you just sit there,

Thinking for once,

What will the future hold,

What will happen next?

But just sit there,

Depending where you are,

Depends how long the night lasts,

Take it all in,

Never know if it will happen again.