Spun in the Night
There is an art that pleases
Seen only in the night.
It weaves its glistering images
To touch the watcher's sight
There's howling in the air
The full moon comes to greet
All the enchantment of the night
a companion you will meet
It spins its beauty through the day
Producing a Glorious picture show.
For one to see as the Sun starts to set
And the Moon comes out to glow
This beauty isn't by chance
Its being spun throughout each new day
Art work made so perfectly
Human hands could ever make
So take a moment
When your day is done
To see the magic in the night
And the beauty it spins...
Into the night.
Janet Ford August,2004
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