The Splendor of Moonlight and Grasslands - Canvas

The Wanderer's Tale

Through dusk we roam,
Amidst the rich void of stars we feel at home,
Trekking our way through even the loneliest places,

Stopping to take pleasure in the grassy mazes.
Under the moonlight our minds can be soothed,
Softly we pass, our hearts quite shrewd.

The splendour of the silent land soothingly spread,
Relieved of worldly chaos, our minds can find bed.
Reaching at peace with the timeless night,
The wanderer's eternal delight.

AI Mary Shelley