More from poems wrote during my college days. (I know they sound stupid)

As teh night fell,

the moon rising,

scattering its charm and glory,

among the darkness of the world.

A sight so charming and pretty,

never met my eyes,

the pale golden moon,

in the dark black sky.

I see it from my garden,

lying among tall trees,

slowly swaying their leaves,

in the gentle breeze.

I feel carried away,

to the world of peace and silence,

thoughts wandering in the beauty,

never to see again,

slowly i dozed off to the lullaby of the wind.