In the quiet of the night, I step outside, A sky filled with jagged stars, Each one a voice calling to the moon. Let it wash over me, I think, This celestial dance, illuminating The edges of the earth, the mountains distant, Breathless in their breathtaking solitude. When dawn breaks, it is a sacred retreat, As nature weaves dreams back into light, And the echoes of night linger, A soft serenade to the higher peaks That remember what it means to hope, To rise, to wake once more.

— “Celestial Serenade”

• James Wright