Night
There’s a sinister stillness to the night
The air hangs heavy, clings like a sticky film
Even its cool makes you sweat
What is visible of the sky is black as coal
Thick gray clouds create eerie light
Cathedral spires of cypress trees
are dark silhouettes against the clouds
poised like rockets ready to launch
Motionless they stand tense
with not even the tiniest sway
Mother nature has inhaled
all breathable air, holds it deep
in her chest reluctant to exhale
With a flash of light and a distant
low growl of thunder
her old friend Zeus reminds her
he is willing to serve
But she is not angry tonight, only sad,
and her tears begin to fall gently,
steadily through the night and
into morning until her well runs dry
Apollo, proud son of Zeus,
always at the ready in his chariot of gold
brings the sun
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