I watch the way the sky explodes
in the darkest hours of the night
when the soil goes frigid
and the forest animals scamper about
The way the moon lights a path
for those who cannot see
shadows come out to play
and the trees dance in the wind
The night is silent
save for the critters
and the spirits that don\'t sleep
when all they want is to rest
The air is cool and solemn
and yet I find it hard to breath
I find it hard to see
how the night goes by