Sanctuary

• Priya Vakil, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

The moon, a gleaming pearl above,
Encased by a delicate veil of white,
Illuminates the slumbering meadow below,
Awoken by shimmering slivers of light.

The sweet scented breeze draws across the trees;
An invitation to a diaphanous dance.
And tingling dewdrops glisten on emerald hills;
For the meadow, awake, is a now rapturous expanse.

The dainty daisies turn their heads,
And in a euphoric state they stare
At floating jewels in an infinite sky;
A magnificent alignment, ever so rare.

When dawn greets the perpetual night,
And beings have relished their ethereal kiss,
The meadow, a sanctuary of nocturnal beauty
Sleeps once more in an eternal bliss.