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Silence arise in the beam of full moon

Let the earth feel the cup of your hand,

Which blows a ricochet in the dark

Rebounding to imprint footsteps

In the cold, wishy-washy creek

Sending thoughts of mesmeric forms



Iridescent pearls are viewed in many forms

As stars come alive adding glitters to the moon

Reflection is seen moving slowly on the creek

Watching itself frolic into the water with hands

Stroking parched petals of calm footsteps

And the ricochet ebbs in the dark



Grasses stood lively in emerald dark

Wild flowers casting shadows of mirthful forms

A relief, a knead on the blooms' footsteps

Teasing the brilliance of the moon

Till a tickling sense of immortal hands

Creates rhymes and flows abounding the creek



The  azure sizzles spangles, daring the creek

Lightning form streaks of glare in the dark

As it continuous to open its hands

For a more thunderous strikes; forming

Concealment to subjugate the moon

And silence is replaced with racket footsteps



Leaves yield at the propel of the gust and rain’s footsteps

Are the rhythm that moves the creek

The clouds gather to cover the body of the moon

To stall it’s shine and douse the darkness.

Creating an orchestra to nature’s serene forms

Putting humanity in deep lethargic hands



It’s past 12:00 in the morning, the hands

Of time is turning up, dawn’s footsteps

Are felt through the cold misty forms

Of the breeze gently lying on the creek

A gleam shall rise setting the darkness

Aside, giving earth another kind of shiny moon



The moon shall take a break; the sun's footsteps

are at hand and shall swathe the creek

Of interim darkness with another dazzling form