Night begins with the sun’s descent
and the moon’s ascent
with the evening star close by
shining like a firefly.
The moon rises and blooms
the breeze whispers and croons
to the smiling white flower
riding high in heaven’s bower.
At night darkness is not king
for the moon and stars light to it bring
in sparkling beams of silver fluorescence
nymphs and fairyfolk are present.
They dance and sing and play the harp
innocent, happy and free as a lark
moving in beauty, like the night
while human’s slumber until daylight.
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