Midnight By red

Unseen hands move the leaves.

Darkness weaves through swaying trees.

The grass is tickled by a breeze.

Crickets sing and flower's dance,

The moon seems silver at first glance.

It's rays kiss the world a tender goodnight,

Leaving a sphere, shining and glowing bright.

The little stars send twinkling goodbyes,

As you close your sleepy eyes...

The End