Midnight
The moon, having reached its highest point,
is watching the land.
Complete silence around.
A soft breeze stroking the trees.
No cloud hiding the stars.
Shining bright like small diamonds.
As if they were laughing at the full moon,
dark, black shadows are crawling.
Crawling beneath the trees,
like small evil creatures.
The frames of the dark trees
reflecting even darker in the cold water,
right beside the reflections of the small shining diamonds
and a slowly sinking moon.
06-17-00