The Most Beautiful Night
The silvery dark sky of night
Shifts slowly with the passing clouds
Which slowly obscures the twinkling light
Of the temple of stars with a puffy shroud.
The full moon glistens with joyful pride
As the passing clouds catch the beams
Now nothing on the earth can hide
From the light that falls while people dream.
A darkened daylight, a quiet hush
Moves over the night as a flowing stream
The silence broken by a speckled thrush
To wake us from enchanted dreams.
The whispering moon bids farewell
And beckons the sun to appear
Then the speckled thrush sings the tale
Of the most beautiful night of the year.