Night, a dark night, harmonious and shy;
Sings over old branches of trees with sigh.
I am thoughtful when night warns storm and rain.
And it is night in the world, when I am in pain.
And I am thoughtful again, what if rain pours everywhere!
If it throws the world like a boat in water so rare.
When it comes obscurity, the dark night-
I think again what will be for us the morning light?
If the morning’s life peak from mountain’s bed!
If the morning covers its face from storm’s dread…
– Ellie –