Night

I love the night, wandering in wide tranquil countryside, in the dim light of the pinhead stars, with their intricate constellations, a nocturnal symphony that helps give directions to wayward hitch hikers that roam in off course pathways. I love the night, imbibing the perfumes of the ambrosial countryside. The newly cut hay, the wayside fragrant flowers, all covered with a fine dew spreading delicate exquisite odors in country meadows. I love the night. In the open vistas, where all daily cares just fade away, like wispy steam from a far off train. A piece of soft music can be heard behind thick hedges, but be aware, think not of the ugly resonance that go bump in the night. I love the night. The winking owls hoot in lament, grasshoppers sing in close-mouthed consent, soggy frogs give an occasional harsh croak, but birds sleep happily on lofty trees. Isn't it a wonderful place to be? Thank you God for providing me the night.