Starry gaze through inky black
Moon’s beams peek ‘round clouds’ edge

Night settles upon the land
Sighing whispers of day’s farewell

Turn from bright glare of urban lights
That blink in disregard of rural calm

Go now to your quiet place
Far from bustle and clangs

Rocking slowly, now ease your mind
… Night calls softly to welcome rest

Charlotte-Anne Allen