Night
The night is full of stars, And less of cars, However there's a special lot, Who loves travelling a lot, Maybe a wanderer, Or a curious gazer, Some like the night's eerie, Even when there's a lesser degree, While many search for answers to the mystery of life, Or simply love the calmness of a beehive, Some love ticking the time aloof, Or dancing in the dark like a goof, Many of them do dream, But only a few have the fulfilling gleam, Some find solace in words, And some stay awake weaving those words, Everyone's oblivious to what happens on the other side of midnight, Before its again broad daylight.