As night draws its curtain, the stars gently peep, In the cradle of darkness, the earth falls to sleep; The moon bathes the landscape in silvery light, A guardian watching over the stillness of night.

Each shadow a dream, each whisper a sigh, In the arms of the twilight, all worries pass by. Within nature’s embrace, I find solace and peace, In the heart of the darkness, my spirit’s release.

• David Jones