On this June night, I am taunted by the quiet moonlight/
Things is starting to get better and it soon might/
The calm wind got me drawn in to it's essence/
I enjoy these tranquil times because they dont notice my prescence/
The faint orchestra of crickets is observable without tickets/
It helps me to forget the explicit details of how this world's wicked/
As my spirit is lifted, It hovers above me/
My mind relapses into thoughts of past lovers who loved me/
We are lost brothers because we just don't see/
The graceful scenery that lies around openly/
Now supposing we take the right path, it might last/
I document these feelings for when the night pass/
This inspiration leads way to stimulation/
But when the day starts we'll begin pacin' with impatience/
The tree's sway in accordance as if they see day/
Night and dawn run a relay and countlessly replay/
I breathe out as thieves sprout and steal the dark/
To let yall feel the art, as I reveal my heart/
Inspired by: A June Night
