The soft whispering of the winds
The silent humming of the moon
Oh the beauty that the night beholds
Filled with mysteries yet to be unfold
It is silent in its demeanor
It is dark in its beauty
It is the perfect combination of good and the evil
Like in any lamp subtly doing its duty
The howls of the dogs
The chirping of the cricket
The stillness of the people
Seems like human life has cease to existence
Even though there are noises
Yet somehow the night feels silent
Like its hiding something, afraid to get caught
Like a child hiding his playful mistakes