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...