A Music of Its Own

The Moon was hanging still
In the clear face of the sky.
Like an actress
Stood in front
Fill with the amused gaze
Of everyone.

It is a peace night,
Unlike the other nights,
Solemnly sound.

The breeze feel so friendly,
Not like yesterday's
Cold-breaking wind.
The free breath of
The Atmosphere,
Lift up motion of the dearly creature.

Unliving things,
Had a wondrous tale to be told.

The trees are dancing
In a calm melody,
While the grasses are
Playing a silent orchestra,
Unlikely.
Where the tune of the night
Create astonishing figures.
To accompanied me
During the slumber day.

Oh, Dear
What a late night
Dream I had,
Full of
Incredulous image.
But beyond this,
I know it is
Just a hope
Of Mine.