Poem By Osoanon Nimuss
As the night falls, the silence falls.
All the trees hush, blend
with the mystic fragrance of flowers.
The sky slowly darkens, becoming
darker than that of a scared child's closet.
Stars slowly start to glisten throughout the sky,
while the moon shines like a diamond among crystals.
Night creatures creep and crawl
at last free from the fearful daylight.
Snakes come out of their sinister holes,
hissing and sliding through the grass.
The mosquitoes zoom past, eyes alert.
With speed, searching and seeking in the night.
The nightingale sees it all,
resting by the branches of the tree.