Silence of the night is so loud,
With the light, it was polite.
Howling wolves through the woods,
Soothing breeze of riverside teasing voids,
Alluring moon smirking on my wounds,
Bats taking control of open sky.
Amused on the shift of lights.
Songs of hope of birds when sun rise,
Virgin segments of light,
Makes you feel alive.
Don't get so used to it,
once again the light will shift.
Once again you will be left with nothing but quarantine.