Cool Nights

Cool Nights

Beneath the sky, a velvet shroud,

Where stars like whispers gather proud,

The cool night stretches, calm and deep,

A solace where the weary sleep.

The breeze, a ghost with gentle hands,

Weaves through the trees, across the lands,

Its breath a hymn, so soft and low,

It stirs the grass in rhythmic flow.

The moon ascends, a silver queen,

Her light a balm, serene, pristine,

She bathes the earth in tender glow,

Her tides of peace through darkness flow.

The cricket’s song, a measured beat,

Resounds beneath the night’s retreat,

Its cadence met by hooting owls,

And distant echoes of lone prowls.

The rivers gleam, a mirrored grace,

Reflecting stars’ eternal face,

They murmur secrets, old and wise,

To those who dream with open eyes.

The hills stand guard, their shoulders wide,

In shadowed cloaks they humbly bide,

While valleys nestle, dark and still,

Enchanted by the evening’s thrill.

A quiet peace pervades the air,

A break from daylight’s busy glare,

Cool nights invite the soul to rest,

In nature’s arms, forever blessed.

The scent of pine, of earth so sweet,

Lends fragrance to the night's retreat,

Each breath a gift, each moment pure,

A fleeting joy we can’t procure.

Beneath this canopy of stars,

We leave behind life’s petty wars,

Our worries dim, our troubles wane,

The night absorbs our fleeting pain.

Lovers walk with hand in hand,

Tracing paths through silver sand,

Their whispers drift on breezes mild,

The night, their keeper, soft and wild.

And in the distance, cities glow,

A muted hum, a steady flow,

Of lives still moving, hearts alive,

Through cool night’s calm, their dreams survive.

The fox steps light on dewy ground,

Its amber eyes in moonlight bound,

The forest whispers tales of old,

Of ancient myths and treasures bold.

The poet sits, beneath the dome,

Of night’s vast sky, their sacred home,

And pens the beauty, raw and true,

Of cool nights painted deep in blue.

For in this stillness, hearts align,

With nature’s rhythm, so divine,

Cool nights remind us, soft and clear,

Of all that’s vast, yet holds us near.

So let us cherish, while it stays,

The fleeting magic of night’s embrace,

For with the dawn, it slips away,

A dream dissolved by brightened day.

And yet it lingers, deep inside,

A quiet glow, a gentle guide,

For cool nights teach what daylight blinds,

The timeless truths of peaceful minds.

Thank you for reading!