Night (1995)

Darkness drapes the sleeping earth with her blanket black And awakens the little stars one by one Then noble queen, the 'Night' glides slowly back And silently blooms in beauty, matched by none. She then lets loose her long, silvery flowing robes And moonbeams slide down to paint the sleeping streams To peep into and colour the sleeping hopes And touch with a daub of russet, the sleeping dreams. The earth lies asleep in a dream of her own Lulled by lullabies of sweet rustling leaves That nod their sleepy selves to the wind's soft tones To the rhythm of the life-giving air earth breathes. The now lifeless earth, thus tossed in silent, ceaseless minutes of the night, Is redeemed by but the hoot of the owl framed in its solitary, unseen flight.