The town right below,
does not know of the beauty;
the beauty of night.
The cool wind travels,
like waves crashing to the shore
continuously.
The stars hovering,
like angels over the town,
brightening the night.
Alone to the right,
stands the moon watching over
the sleeping children.
The church stands tall,
its point facing the black sky;
all the town's center.
The trees act as guards,
protecting the citizens
from evils of night.
All is safe and sound,
no reasons to fear the dark.
Everything is calm.
The town right below,
does not know of the beauty;
the beauty of night.
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