Stars

The stars above twinkle bright,

A canvas of black velvet night,

A crescent moon hangs low and light,

And nature's symphony takes flight.

The crickets chirp a soothing song,

The rustling leaves dance along,

The gentle breeze carries along,

A melody to heal the soul's wrong.

The world is quiet, all is still,

Except for the sounds that nature wills,

A peaceful moment, a tranquil thrill,

A moment in time that time will fill.

And as the night turns into day,

The beauty of nature will never stray,

A reminder that in every way,

Life will go on, come what may.