The silence of night. Its tranquil nature an ambience to adore. As the day light comes to an end, as its constituents retire from the hustle and bustle of life, she watches from a distance and takes pride at her accomplishment. She is beautiful. She envelopes the entire surrounding and brings with it a characteristic beauty that is irresistibly attractive.
Her composition: starry nights, bright crescent shaped moon (this specific night), a calm breeze whistling through gently, chirping crickets carefully tucked in withered leaves, naturally lit fire flies landing on withered vegetation, bats, violently creeping out of their caves and landing upside down on projecting branches nibbling on the readily provided fruits, some ferociously attack the lonely cattle left behind whilst the rest obeyed her authority. It is a sight to behold, as the stars twinkle almost simultaneously and in harmony with the cricket chirps. The silhouettes exhibited by the various nature’s components, absolutely admirable. Her beauty is incomprehensive.
She begins as the sun’s rays sink and fade gracefully giving space for her to be in charge. Almost like a shift. She then takes the wheel and has the command of the evening. Her arrival has an effect on almost everyone under her cover, quite inevitable. She takes pride in her agility and even gets more domineering. Satisfied with her ability to unquestionably progress, she then takes comfort in watching how everything unfolds.
She is pleased with the re-union of her subjects in various households, all because of her doing. The chuckles and giggles, cries and reproof, the tingly noise from the cutlery signifying a sumptuous meal, the moaning (pleasantly) thereafter, from particular rooms; with this she applauds satisfactorily and continues to enjoy the different scenes. Solicitude is the source of her pride.
The vast territory she commands brings forth the characters that help conduct the individual affairs she desires. The shadows that willfully comply offer an endearing camouflage to the shy couple that has been staring awkwardly into each other’s eyes for a while, long and unmoored lawns provide comfortable “motels” for animals that had spotted each other in the light and are now offered a chance to progress with their intentions at their own pleasure, the poor church mouse, by her help can now nibble on the grains in the fields without fear of its life, the seeds that were dutifully buried beneath the surface of the earth can now sprout to the pleasure of the sower.
Quite impressive, she exhales and the trees bow consequently.
However, her dominion is challenged by some very hard headed knuckle heads. The bliss that comes along with her leadership is rudely interrupted. She can do nothing. Helpless.
She is actually the cause of it all.
Ruffians, eagerly waited for her preeminence had been granted the courtesy to conduct abominable acts,
Mosquitoes,
Night-mares,
Evils that come with her reign. It is saddening. She looks forward to her counterpart taking charge. What she meant for good is now fashioned to further horrific events. It is under her own prerogatory. Wailing from one corner of her kingdom, signifying misfortune, subtle laments from a quiet abode aroused by the endless humming of mosquitoes, unbearable screams from a toddler running half asleep and half-awake to her parents for fear of monsters creeping up to her/him in a dream. Young fellows soiling their beds.
She has no amends to these.
She perseveres. Some things are beyond her control. She overlooks the faults and takes pleasure in the good she’s able to accomplish. Her silence is suddenly broken by an irritating and persistent rooster alarm. Its time. She humbly excuses her reign and light finally welcomes the same subjects to her dominion, beautifully and cordially with the gleams of the bright morning star-the Sun.
Her day begins…….
