The silent night

In the dreary silent night,

with no one by my side,

I sit all alone folding my knees to my chest,

the moist wind of the recent rain,

sweeps gently on my face,

refreshing me, taking my worries away,

I sit on the bare ground and smell the wet mud,

and a few autumn leaves gently touch my feet,

I sit alone gazing at the starry sky,

thousands of thoughts just passing over my mind,

sometimes, my heart may strike fear,

when the nocturnals rule the globe,

but I just sit there unmoving,

starring at the starry sky,

suddenly I hear a screeching owl,

and direct my gaze toward the screech,

which may seem distant right now,

the silent night made me observe the things around,

and the calm breeze washes out the fears profound!