The Owl - with PaleSkies

Beneath the sagacious canopy of infant stars,
exists a simplicity of just being.
Absorbed by a sustenance of peace,
taking languid steps into the amorphous twilight.
Surrounded by nature's verdant green,
starshine on lush emerald leaves.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.

Touched by the sanguine winds
And spoondrift of the mist.
That hope may kiss the serendipity of the moon.
As the naked mind is draped in the night's satin residue.
The soundless, smooth, ubiquitous silence.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.