Nature is wide awake at midnight,
While humans sleep in tucked in tight,
Some enjoy the peace and bliss,
Some suffer insomnia, staring into the abyss.
I am one of those few who appreciate the beauty of sleeping demons,
The ones who disturb sermons,
Carried out my nature's inhabitants,
Trying to create a world for future inheritance.
The soft barks of dogs and croaking of lizards,
Distract me from the world and it's hazards.
Like everything there is good and bad,
And nature is the good to be had.
Party through the night creatures of darkness,
Be merry and carry on with your lightheartedness.
For when the day breaks the serenity will be gone,
The hustle and bustle of the waking world have begun.
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My World
PoetryA book containing poems that anyone and everyone can relate to their daily lives.
