the world is quiet as it sleeps under the spell of the darkness.
the breath of the sleeping giant whispers through the trees.
an owl flies through the air
silent as the moon
tucked under the blanket of stars it calls home.
the sun rises
waking the world with birdsong and warmth
the moon hides, cowering before the sun
and the stars disappear outshone
the sleeping giant awakens
and the silence dies.
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Author:
abigail gilbert (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2026 06:41
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Comments2
A beautiful descriptive poem with great images that provoke a view of a personified nature awakening. Lovely
Night and day with the animals at play.
Mr Owl loves the night, his hunting ground awaits.
The morning birds maybe hope for the juicy worm, or the human touch.
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