When,
child,
did you learn
to fear the darkness?
When
did you begin
to fill the silence?
I created the rich, deep night
as a canvas for the tidal moon and burning stars,
as a blanket of peaceful rest.
I designed stillness
that you might feel my heartbeat,
that you might catch the melody of the gambolling galaxies.
I delight in your celebration of sunshine.
I joy in your joyful noise.
But don’t miss the beauty of midnight
and a thousand whispering trees.
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Prompt: Write a poem with the title “___________ Story.”