Vishal Dutia

The world is dozing, asleep in its bed,
Dreams of tomorrow dance in its head,
The stars up above twinkle and gleam,
As the world slumbers, lost in a dream.

The moon casts a spell, a magical light,
As the world sleeps through the night,
The silence is deep, peaceful and still,
As the world rests, under the moon’s chill.

The night creatures stir, as if on cue,
Owls hoot and crickets sing too,
The world is dozing, lost in its rest,
Tomorrow will come, but for now, it’s best.

© VishalDutia