There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.
Henry Van Dyke
When the sun sinks to sing the end of day
And many men on their beds lay to sleep
To dream about the coming of a morning
When the moon will show her smiling face to the world.
When the shining stars come out to light the night
And the staring owl hoots to announce the wolves that prowl these grounds.
Like a mouse
Will creep from deep in my house
To rush through bushes in the forest
Making sure the eye of the black cat
Does not spy me on my way to sway
The Bat from doing something bad
To the fiery firefly flying up high in the sky.
© 2019 The Poets Peace