The Owls Hoot

The night has come, the world is still,

And all around is a peaceful chill,

The stars above twinkle and shine,

As the moon casts its silver line.

The darkness brings a sense of calm,

A soothing balm, a healing balm,

For in its embrace, we find rest,

And a time to reflect and be our best.

The world seems different at night,

With shadows long, and hues less bright,

But there is beauty in the stillness,

And a sense of magic in the darkness.

The owls hoot, and the crickets chirp,

As the world around us begins to slurp,

And we are left in a state of awe,

At the wonders of the night we saw.

So let us take a moment to pause,

And appreciate the night's gentle applause,

For it brings peace to our troubled minds,

And a sense of comfort we always find.