• Listen.
    With faint dry sound,
    Like steps of passing ghosts,
    The leaves, frost crispy, break from the trees,
    And fall, unto my eyes' vision.
    A tear falls, or is it rain?
    Such a beautiful moonlit night, should be cried upon.
    The sweet cool breeze running down my spine,
    A feeling that lasts forever.
    No care for life, only lasts as long as the night shall.
    The moon shines as an extravagant sphere of life.
    Clouds cannot cover the radiant light that shones upon,
    The sharp thin grass,
    Nothing could ever replace
    This dark-blue night.
    The stars shine as though they are crying spirits,
    Crying for their loved ones to notice them,
    Not crying in simple sorrow,
    But in happiness, of those that live.
    Listen.
    To the sweet, silent breeze of the haunting,
    Yet soothing, November Night.