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THE MOONLIT NIGHT.....

Ah! The moon shines bright… The curtains furl open,

The trees rustle with the breeze.., Dawn breaks in,

And the early bird breaks the silence of the
The sky is still,
morn,
with all the birds’ n animals asleep…
The sun comes out in full splendor…
The owl hoots low,
The people start buzzing,
The wise one, it bows,
Ah its morn again….
Towards the beautiful night breeze,
The roads are clean,
In which he resides…
Bending at every corner…
The bat rises,
It goes….
And starts its hunt,
The squirrel collects nuts and acorns,
While the good old animal -the opossum,
The sea washes away cool water across to
Smells its prey and has a meal! the beach…

The stars twinkle, The sky’s clear,

Bright high above… And the kite flies high….

The clouds flutter about, The people whistle by….

Like freedom attained by caged birds… The sky turns dark and it’s…
…After a long struggle! Guess!

Ah! The sky reddens up, It’s night and the moon is at its best,
The raindrops fall fast… Smiling from one corner to another…

The ground is moist, This is how it is,

And the earth smiles…. Cool and pleasant…

The sky is cleansed, Under the moonlit night!

The nightingale sings its best song,

The sky is washed blue again…
SAI ANUGNYA VIII H