MIDNIGHT IN THE FOREST

The moon hangs low, a silvery queen, In a sky where the stars do play; The forest whispers, its secrets keen, As shadows dance on the grassy way.

The nightingale croons its tender song, While shadows twist like a lover’s sway; The hush of the woods is deep and strong, With Nature’s embrace at the close of day.

Through silvered branches the breezes glide, As the world dons a mystical veil; In the still of the night where dreams abide, The heart finds peace, where worries pale.

So linger, dear soul, in the forest deep, Let the night cradle your weary head; For in the woods, true wonders sleep, In the gentle arms where the wild things tread.

• Thomas Bracken