Moonlight is in the sky glowing
casting the light of the night
A glimpse of silver stars illuminating,
As the trees catch the light.
In the branches, shaken by the breeze,
In solitude, I stroll along the road,
the ambiance is mine to seize,
All the playing imagery that I hold.
Pausing by the quiet flowing brook,
I hear a symphony begins,
spring within, tunes of warbling music,
from the rushing water strings.
Every gentle sound the tempo makes,
newer songs I begin to hear,
The rhythm and beat the pulse creates,
beautiful melodies in my ear.
How sweet the song sound to me?
as the lyrics fill the night,
and repeat the words again with glee,
As the stars gather lower in sight.
The moon is homeward bound
I pause, and listened to the rhythm,
a melody of sweet sound,
fading with the spell of a dream.
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