In the night sky,
Twinkling quite bright.
With the light of the moon,
It’s a magnificent sight.
Lying in the meadow,
Crickets trilling hushed.
Peaceful and calm,
Nothing to be rushed.
Rivers proceeding,
Forests arising.
Sun’s waking up,
Nothing Surprising.
Birds going to fetch,
Food for their young.
It’s still so queit,
Besides what’s being sung.
The Morning air,
As fresh as the spring.
Perfectness about,
What nature will bring.
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