Music of the night

• Megha Jain, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

A symphony of colors,
Plays its final chord.
As darkness descends swiftly,
Quickly,
Rapidly.
As a rich melody,
Composed of,
The wind’s soft crooning,
The mellow whistle of the trees,
The chatter of the crickets.
Fuse with,
The nurturing light of the moon,
The twinkle of the stars.
Lulling the town,
Into a deep slumber,
As the tune gets softer,
Softer,
And softer…
Until all is calm,
Quiet,
Peaceful.