Camping By a Stream

The day turns gently at the camping site    
I stared awestruck at the scene in sight      
as the rising moon met the setting sun      
in the antumbra of twilight      
      
The fancy fading rays move dreamily      
into the arms of tranquil moonlight      
stirring up the ripples in the sky      
along with huddles returning birds passing by      
         
The flying birds’ chirps lead me to look far      
until where the skyline falls apart      
When the horizon loses its standard      
night life keeps quiet without an answer      
     
Sitting on the rock standing aside        
hearing the stream trickling behind      
splashing water drops into the rosy air      
as white as pearl beads from moon’s glare      
     
The trickling sound's hypnotizing      
as freshening breeze whispering      
under the inspiring void inviting      
I meditate, I ponder, I dream…      
     
The night  lulls me to sleep in its lullaby