---->>> My own poem . .

“Night Air”

(Ainee)

After the sun’s warm light

Here comes the moon in a cold night

And stars shine bright up there

With a cold, fresh, freezing night air

A night air that makes the birds sing

Which compel tree’s leaves to dance and swing

And within the breeze comes the spring

Of joy that refreshes a person’s being

A night air that whispers a promise

A promise of another night’s new bliss

It is an oath that no one should miss

For with it is a heart-felt kiss

A night air that calms one heart

And assures that it will never part

Together with the silence of the night

It vows to make the darkness shine as white!