There are nights
When the wolf howls
Are silent
When God paints
The sky
With an active brush
That touches
The soul
The quietness of
Creativity gone wild
In silence I am
Reminded
Of all that is
Of all I must be
Grateful for
By design
Life is granted
The grandeur
The vastness
Reaches into
My imagination
To become my reality
On a quiet night
Like this
The perfectness
Of a dancing sky
Leaves no doubt
That I am blessed
That I am witnessing
A special moment
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