A Moonlit Journey

The air was thick with scent and stillness drawn,

As silver light spilled gently from the sky.

I stood between the trees where night had gone,

And felt the world around me breathe, then sigh.

Each leaf held secrets, soft and laced with glow,

A magic humming quiet in the breeze.

In every pause, a timeless ebb and flow,

Of mysteries that live beneath the trees.

Yet as the starlight trembled, cool and bright,

I caught a glimpse of something vast and wide—

A pull, as if the earth and I took flight,

And all the sky unfolded deep inside.

In that brief moment, everything was clear,

The magic wasn’t far—it’s always near.

Postscript: This poem captures the surreal beauty of a quiet, moonlit night, where subtle magic unfolds, reflecting deep connection and understanding. The Volta turns the moment from external observation to internal realization.