I Write Poetry

The power of shadow maybe strong
The hour of gloom maybe long
Yet the night is not without her light
As the moon gleams fair and bright
While the silver stars dance on and on
Until they see the delightful glow of dawn

The power of shadow may instill great dread
The hour of gloom may hide the path ahead
Yet the night is not without her splendor
As the cricket plays music sweet and tender
While the sublime song of the mockingbird
From every brook and branch can be heard

The power of shadow may hide what is true
The hour of gloom may misshape the view
Yet the night is not without her brilliance
As the willow shares the secret to her resilience
While the stones whose wisdom is untold
Speak about countless tales of old