When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.