And why? That is what I would ask.
The night, with its chirping crickets,
That echo in the moonlight,
The night, with the stillness of the stars that suck you into their rapture,
They whisper sweet secrets of the universe,
Secrets that you hear, but are forbidden to listen to….
The night that swallows your pride whole,
And with one shivering blustery warm breeze,
Melts away your arrogance,
As you sink deep into the smallness of your place,
that cradles your earthly form…
Do you fear the night?