The Night is Alive

The moon is pearly white
Like a glowing jelly bean behind the clouds
More that half, but not yet full.
It is bright
Lighting up the sky, clouds, trees
A sky of beauty.
The dark green organic arms
With white bones reaching up
To the unearthly glow,
The velvety darkness,
And the puffy cumuli
Moving, changing,
Dancing with the moon.
The night is alive with movement and sound
The sky dances to the orchestra
Of a thousand insects
Scratches of cicadas
Chirrup of crickets
Silent deadly web-making of spiders
Gentle churning of earthworms.

The night is alive
And it is beautiful