THE NIGHT GARDEN-POEM

Today we have a poem about the gardens in the summer nights. It's a bit a ways a way before I can venture out into the night garden but we can always dream. Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

THE NIGHT GARDEN

POEM

The sun bows down to the night sky.

Left behind is a dark blanket for which to sleep under.

Birds nestle in their nests with their young.

Cattle in the pasture are lying quiet.

But not everyone sleeps, we know.

Moths of every size and type come to rejoice in the night.

Dragonflies fly like dragons to hunt their prey and snatch mosquitoes in flight.

The garden flowers reserve their scent for the night and perfume the night air.

The night garden becomes a meeting place for the night creatures-even mythical ones.

The moths love the night scents and mice investigate.

An owl can be heard but take head the night garden hides all.

Who knew, the night garden was so important, we surly didn’t.

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