NIGHT AIR

NIGHT AIR

After the suns warm light

Here comes the moon in a cold night,

And stars shine bright up there

With a cold, fresh, freezing night air.

A night air that makes the birds sings

Which compel tree's leaves to dance and swing,

And within the breeze comes the spring

Of joy that refreshes a person's being.

A night air that whispers a promise

A promise of another night's new bliss,

It is an oath that no one should miss

For it is a heartfelt kiss.

A night air that calms one heart

And assures that it will never part,

With the silence of the night

It vows to make the darkness shine as white.