Have you ever stared into the mystery of a foggy night,
crows sit on the tree branches posing as black leaves,
daunting yet creative.
They stare into your soul from the distance using mist as a cover.

But everything about this night speaks a rare beauty,
dew drops from the mornings rain hang onto the tree branches, dancing and shinning like mother natures very jewelry.

They scatter among the branches,
one after another singing a song that only the wind can hear and carry.
The early night is on of the most alluring sights to see before the sun rises.

And so...
with the impending doom threatening to retire the darkness's beautiful parade.
The mist fades away into the clouds,
and the sun gives the jewels the light they need to shine.
And one by one, in the mid of day...
New stars and clouds are born,
from the beauty of the dark mysterious night.