Our host for this post.prompt is from JSW Challenge

Beneath the crimson evening sky,
A silhouette, an ancient sigh,
The oak stands tall, its branches wide,
As whispers dance on winds that glide.

The amber sun dips low to rest,
A quiet hum within its breast.
The stars prepare their silver tune,
To greet the rising crescent moon.

The leaves, like strings, begin to play,
In rhythmic rustles, soft and stray.
The crickets chime, a steady beat,
The earth’s pulse thrumming at your feet.

A brook, unseen, hums low and sweet,
Its liquid notes, a calm retreat.
While owls join in with haunting calls,
That echo through the forest halls.

In this, the night, the world aligns,
Each note a thread in nature’s lines.
No need for words, no need for voice—
In silence, all the world’s rejoice.

Daily writing prompt

What things give you energy?

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