I listen to leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.
Stars are poised in the sky, sparkling to please.
Like a silver coin, the moon shines down…
Beaming softly over the sleeping town.
Hungry bats fly out to have their nightly feed.
An insect banquet awaits to satisfy their need.
Crickets chirp out their symphony in unison…
Romantically calling for their lovers to come.
Night blankets me with velvety darkness, my love…
While I whisper your sweet name to the heavens above.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama