The light is soft,
the air is moist,
the water rushes fast,
the stars shine,
each one a glowing crumb
in the sky.
The land is quiet and solemn.
The owl calls,
without haste,
“Whoo? Who?”
as if talking to the column of moonlight
that stretches across the land,
as if to soften the quickly
growing darkness.
The moon, full of solemnity,
stares down upon it all.
A beautiful painting, a lovely design.