Art-Is-Beautiful2

One can hear the whisper of the night A subtle sound A guiding light The deer’s paws as they hit the ground Rustling leaves respond from all around A call of nature It expresses no danger One can see the painting of the night The dotted stars The moonlight’s bright A simple canvas, no planes, trains, or cars Illuminating the reach of nature’s might In the sky there’s the distant Mars A wondrous nightscape Not a wound or scrape One can hear the desecration of the night A deafening sound The animal’s fright Motors screech and trees are downed One can see the destruction of the night Bulldozers spar Greed’s