Peace
Jul 3 · 1 min read
There is peace in the world,
in the quiet of the night,
under the curtain of dreams.
There’s no sound, only faint murmurs
of sonorous leaves,
swaying ever so slightly
to whispers of winds,
from far away, mystical foreign lands,
enchanted, as if,
by fantastical stories it brings.
There are countless stars,
and a blanket of grass
over this tired world,
glazed by a silver moon
on a silvery night
it sleeps.
