The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh (Extra Credit Poem)

Silenced by the darkness of the night,
not a single soul stirs in the calm twilight.
And yet, as the sun dies down,
and the world comes still,
there is no threatening alarm in this quiet wake.
The cool air pleasantly burns the skin of those wandering the empty streets,
and the swirling winds send wafts of old rain and the lilies nearby.
It is quiet.
It is calm.
A shade of blue blurs across the land,
and everything becomes one.
You cannot see,
you may even think you are deaf,
but the tranquility the nighttime brings,
carries you the peace to lie in bed and mull over the day.
Here you may question,
here you may speak without moving your lips.
Here you may breathe from the business that life brings.
It is timeless here,
unlike there where the business of life doesn't let you stop.
But no.
This is safe.
This is fresh.
Your eyelids flutter closed,
and your heart rate begins to slow.
Drowsiness overtakes you,
and the dreams play a pattern of random in your mind.
Nothing disturbs you.
Not even the owl perched outside your bedroom window.
For, the night sky is dark,
and not a soul is stirring.
Here you are safe.
Here you are secure.

Alas dawn awakes the night sky,
the sun speaks hello and the neighbors prepare for their day.
The silence is replaced with deafening sound.
Oh! Do not fret,
for the cycle will repeat itself once again.