• In the endless midnight,
    I sit upon the dewed grass,
    silenced by the beauty of the moon.

    The stars glisten in the black of the sky,
    standing out beside the moon,
    in its unquestionable serenity.

    The clouds begin to gather,
    blinding the sight of the sky,
    only leaving the moon to be noticed.

    As the winter's freezing wind swiftly blows through my blonde hair,
    The snow flitters down,
    looking as though the stars are pouring down from the midnight.