The stars are gazing;
The moon's shining;
The owl does hoot;
It sounds like toot.
Darkness shrouds the world.
Chill air is blowing;
Small lamps are glowing;
All folks are dancing;
Their hearts rejoicing
In singing songs of the old!
The day is gone.
Now revelry is on.
It soothes the pain
Of Life's hard strain.
Night's the time for rest.
Tho' pleasure's inviting
Our tasks keep waiting.
Relax, don't weep,
Have a nice sleep.
And wake up in the morn with zest!
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wake up in the morn with zest! Beautiful ending..I enjoyed reading your poem..