Trees at Night

Photo by Caleb Steele on Unsplash

Silhouettes of million gestures

fills the canvas of night earth

moonlight spreads like a river of milk

on the starry canopy of night

The barren trees dance and laughs

love, hate, and trivialities

get shape, get alive!

They become the soul of silent dark

They echo the poetry of the ethereal solace

The trees, the shadows of drifted souls,

Erupt humanity’s deepest truths engraved

beneath the sparkles of earthly chimeras

and sing the songs of immortality….

The trees at moonlight nights

wake up our souls

and teaches us

how life becomes magical!

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