The Sleepless Night

It was another sleepless night.

Sleep and I were having a fight.

Through the windows, I could see

The nightjars fly free

The chirp of the crickets kept me company

It almost sounded like a symphony

How pretty the sky looked,

With the tree branches straight and crooked

It felt like a dream

Blue and black were the theme.

It was cold and I was wrapped in a blanket

I made no sound, nor did my anklet.

My eyelids were closing,

And I started dozing.

I needed no lullaby or story

Nature was enough to engulf me with its glory.