Darkness filled with silence

Night’s steady, hidden pulse

Forest waits with intrigue

Aching to act on impulse

Clouds mask glimpse of moonlight

Night’s mystery lurking

Trees holding back each breath

Listening, nature’s working

Twilight deepens with sleep

Night’s time for quiet rest

Something moves in secret

Finding ground, its final quest

Morning’s sunrise reveals

Night’s savored, precious prize

Tiny acorn ready now

Transforming, oak shall arise