The Night is Tender

Away from the world, in a serene forest The night is tender, my heart is at rest. Unaware of the sufferings, stars flicker in the skies The smiling bright moon, pleases my eyes. Here is no man, who despairs and groans This world is different, where no one moans. Amidst deep silence, sounds come from thickets Owls hooting, frogs croaking and songs of crickets. The wind sighs, and whisper mellow tunes in my ear My weary heart leaps, and dissolves all my fear. Majestic is the darkness, and gleaming fireflies The night is an angel, or a blessing in disguise.