Beneath the moonlight, The night blooms with possibility, A tapestry of stars, Each twinkle a thought set free, Dancing in the sky.

The cool air wraps around me, Filling my lungs with joy, As I stroll through the field, The grass whispers stories, Of dreams forgotten and found.

In this quiet hour, I find clarity within, The earth and I connected, In the gentle pulse of night, Both alive in the stillness.

• Richard Wright