The Night

By Sharon John

As I sit here on the porch,

With the night’s gentle breeze ruffling my hair,

I hear the grasshoppers singing,

Little frogs chirping and hopping around.

I stand up and walk further away from the porch,

Wanting to get more of the night into me.

I look up at the glittery sky,

I’m filled with happiness.

The jasmines have bloomed,

And the night is filled with its fragrance,

I breathe in the enchanting smell.

I hear a squirrel scrambling up a tree

Dropping chickoo fruits around me.

Night birds flying around,

Probably off with their nocturnal chores

I walk around the flowers in the garden

The rose flower has lost its petals in the rain.

An evergreen plant stands alone,

Near the porch, gay and sound.

I hear the sound of the brooke,

Flowing gracefully nearby.

I go further to stand by the brooke,

I see small fish playing around,

With the gentle current, I hear

The flutter of wings and look up to see a bat,

Fly right over my head.

The night scenes were so beautiful,

That I wanted to stand there,

The whole night and watch,

All the nocturnal beings around me.

I sat there not realizing,

That, time was flying by,

As a silent listener of the Nature.

By Sharon John