Night , with all its beauty .
Will only fade ; it's a pity !
Nightingales that sing songs of sorrow,
Will not be around tomorrow .
Night , a time when all creatures sleep .
In slumber lands , where the shadows are deep .
It's a time ; when fantacy takes wings .
With many a dream brings .
Night , with all its grace.
Look fondly on the human race .
Down the street corners dwindle .
some wanderers idle..
Night , in the sky , appears the stars,
The clouds cross them like bars.
The moon in their midst shine.
Brightening the creeping vine..
Night , you are like a stranger,
Lurk in the dark , some danger.
In nooks where shadows fall .
You hear some strange call .
Night , will you let me sing ,
Songs of yore on a sentimental wing ?
About those friends who live afar.
They are my morning stars.
Night ,ends, dawn breaks.
All creatures awake .
Gone is the groom !
Flowers everywhere bloom !
By Agatha Lai ©