Sitting under the Willow one night,
The air a gentle breeze.
Blowing against my face,
And rustling softly through the leaves.
Gazing up at the jewels in the sky,
The stars are out and shining bright.
twinkling like diamonds up above,
Giving out light to the world below.
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.
