18/08/2025
AN ORIGINAL POEM TITLED;
THE NIGHT.
A joyful atmosphere,
As the silver moon,
Hung up in the sky,
Illuminating that men,
Could see one another,
The drops of rain,
Drizzling down to the ground,
Making it a cold night,
As shivers going down,
Each one's spine,
With the sound of lightening,
Echoing loud,
The harsh yet cool breeze,
Sighing loudly,
Giving everything and everyone,
A fresh feeling,
While forgetting the pains,
And worries which were ere,
The children jumping happily,
Into puddles,
Young couples clinging,
Dearly to one another,
The old reminiscing,
On past memories,
Little babies babbling words,
Each one choosing to lavish,
In the moment,
Everyone could only adore,
In great awe,
The one from whom,
It has come,
All hearts in appreciation,
And exaltation to God,
In the Highest.THE NIGHT.
A joyful atmosphere,
As the silver moon,
Hung up in the sky,
Illuminating that men,
Could see one another,
The drops of rain,
Drizzling down to the ground,
Making it a cold night,
As shivers going down,
Each one's spine,
With the sound of lightening,
Echoing loud,
The harsh yet cool breeze,
Sighing loudly,
Giving everything and everyone,
A fresh feeling,
While forgetting the pains,
And worries which were ere,
The children jumping happily,
Into puddles,
Young couples clinging,
Dearly to one another,
The old reminiscing,
On past memories,
Little babies babbling words,
Each one choosing to lavish,
In the moment,
Everyone could only adore,
In great awe,
The one from whom,
It has come,
All hearts in appreciation,
And exaltation to God,
In the Highest.