He looked on into the night,
To steal from nature some starry sight.
Looking up he saw the sky,
Smeared in a lavender dye.
In that sheet, sprinkled stars.
Beacons in space for unearthly cars.
Sprinkled around the white moon,
Mornings curse, night-times boon.
His gaze now fell a little lower,
This time around the world seemed slower.
Trees till where his eyes could see,
As much beauty as there'll ever be.
The green leaves now had a purple shade,
Beauty at its best, that god has made.
Within the trees shimmered lights,
Adding to the twinkling nights.
From somewhere within,emanated a hoot,
Giving voice to the inanimate roots.
He wondered what secrets lay,
Within the bark, never to see the light of day.
Finally his eyes lay on the pond,
Signatory of all life's bond.
The still water, always alive,
Because of which all beings thrive.
Matching the sky in hue and colour,
Like an obsessed imitative lover.
He looked upon these one more time,
Forgetting them would be a crime.
At last he closed his eyes,
As he said his silent goodbyes.
After he left, the sights remain,
Open for another to gain.
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