Night

Written by: Shah Ali

Spreading through the air 
         The silver tress of hair 
Over the heads of trees
The grass is soft and light
         The stars smiling bright
With the nightlight's breeze
Along the clay-covered path
         The smell of maiden earth
Where the squirrels cry
So dark, so quiet!
         And the star peep and hide
As they sparkles above
And sings with the wide
And I walk and say the prayers high