The moonlight shimmers across the lake,
Frogs croak nearby.
The stars they shine so bright, high in the sky,
and the wind blows softly by.
As I sit here and stare.
at the beauty everywhere, I find it hard to write the words that described this beautiful sight.
So instead of fretting over words to make a poem, I thank the Lord who made this earth our home.
When I lay down and dream my dream, I'll dream of the beauty of the night.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty Of The Night And Other Poems
PoetryPoetry that I wrote myself, Weaved in my mind. That no one else saw, For it was late when the inspiration came . But now there's more than just three, There here for you to read. And I hope that, You enjoy them all.
