Night Atmosphere
The crescent moon shines brightly through my window
I gaze up at the sky, a black blanket, scattered with stars
A cool, brisk breeze floats around me
I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air.
The trees cast dark shadows on the ground
Every street empty and silent
The breeze has picked up,
Turning into a howling wind.
An owl calls out in the distance
I hear a chorus of crickets chirping
A single leaf falls to the ground
The atmosphere of nighttime.
