There is a scent, to the night. A taste, sweet and earthy. There is the white light of the stars, And the silver moon. A feel in the air, a sigh, That the day is over. Some creatures sleep, And some are just awakening, To stalk or slither as we slumber. The night is fertile, For growth and dreams. We can embrace it, Without fear, for the spinning earth, Will wheel us round, To greet the dawn once again.