There is a time
When all is still
Quiet and dark
The world has
Stopped
For a moment
To marvel
To wonder
At all there is
The rustlings fade
The creatures still
And all is well
And in a small
But happy home
A young girl writes
Her midnight musings
On the walls
In the air
In her heart
She pastes them
Where all can see
What she thinks
In the still
Quiet and dark
Moments when
The world is marveling
In wide-eyed wonder
At all there is