The night descends, a sigh of gray,
A silver moon, it holds its sway. A frosted disc, a watchful eye,
As wispy clouds in silence fly.
They drift across the velvet black,
Like brushstrokes white, upon a track
Of endless dark, a starry sea, A canvas vast, for all to see.
The air is crisp, a breath of pine,
A symphony of scents entwined
With dampened earth, a gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves through ancient trees.
The world shrinks down, beneath the dome,
Of endless space, my worries numb.
A quiet peace, a gentle hush,
As moonlit shadows softly brush.
A connection felt, to something grand,
A universe, held in my hand. The stars whisper secrets, old and new,
In this moment, bathed in moonlit dew.
I breathe it in, the silent night,
A simple beauty, pure and bright.
A sense of wonder fills my soul,
As stars and moon their stories roll.
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