Under the Stars

He and I lie under the stars, the moon shining bright above, Our backs on a blanket, strewn on the ground beneath. The breeze softly blows the grass surrounding us, The earthy aroma of the empty field is comforting. The night is neither cold nor hot, it is merely perfect. We gaze at the simplistic beauty shining above, Taking in the wonders of the world all around. We talk about anything and everything, Our voices barely above a whisper, Enjoying just spending time with each other. Soft, sweet music quietly plays as we talk, Joining the sounds of the crickets in a delicate harmony. We lie there for hours, enjoying the gift of calmness That can be found in nature alone. The night feels as if it will never end.