Whispers of the Night
Written: July 1st, 2023
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In the gloomy forest, quiet and still,
A secret world begins to spill,
Where shadows dance and moonlight weaves,
A tapestry of whispered leaves.
Then the bush crickets wake up, unseen.
Their chorus breaks the tranquil scene.
A symphony of nature's call
Filling the surroundings, one and all.
Their gentle hum, a lullaby,
As night embraces the velvet sky,
Echoing through the ancient trees,
A melody that puts the mind at ease.
Music envelopes the air as a soft embrace.
As nature's orchestra takes its place,
The rustling of leaves, the whispering breeze,
A symphony that puts the soul at ease.
And amidst this nocturnal choir,
A lone voice rises from the mire.
Poor man hears the sound of a cry
Echoing through the darkened sky.
Its mournful call, a haunting sound,
A lullaby for the lost and found
A reminder of the night's embrace,
And the secrets it holds in its darkened space.
Whispers of the night, they softly speak,
Of secrets hidden, of mysteries deep,
In the gloomy forest, they come alive.
As moonlight dances and shadows thrive.
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