
AI art by self
Such stillness was the night,
Illuminating light from our glorious moon.
Listen to the soft ballads of bugs and frogs,
Entertaining all that drift to their songs
No crashing of trains, or hum of electricity
Can you hear it? The constant, unchanging
Encore of what we call the night?



Comments (5)
Beautifully written, such fine details that give a real insight to what you're saying
Beautiful. ♥︎♥︎♥︎
Nice!
This is such a lovely acrostic poem. Well done.
Amazing explanation of Nature.