Waking of the night beauty

• Krystal Ha, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2006

As the sun settled down in the west,
Its once fiery colours danced in my eyes,
For once I felt forlorn.
For my passion of beauty had left,
But as I sat there I saw the moon rose,
Draped in silver it gave off a blazing light.
The call of the tranquil sea to the moon,
It welcomed its friend as they met,
Together they created beauty,
Beauty of nature so fair
It left me in awe.
Awe of admiration of,
The waking of the night beauty.