Poem: Forest at Night

In the quiet of the night, the forest comes alive,
Whispers of the trees and creatures that hide.
The moonlight filters through the leaves,
Casting shadows like a magician’s weave.

The owls hoot and the wolves howl,
Nature’s symphony in the night’s cool cowl.
The rustle of leaves and the snap of a twig,
A reminder that the forest is no place for the big.

Stars twinkle above, guiding the way,
Through the darkness where the wild things play.
Mystery and magic fill the air,
In the forest at night, nothing is fair.

But fear not the unknown, for in the peace,
Lies a beauty that will never cease.
The forest at night is a wonder to behold,
A sanctuary for the young and the old.

So take a moment, and let your soul take flight,
In the serenity of the forest at night.

Thank-you for reading my poem about the forest at Night.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie