A normal Night

Somewhere from an ancient temple I hear the faint voice of the spirits In the tranquil of the night, where the wind spreads their song silently, to wake the owls nestled in the tree, and the blackbirds which gathers at a desolate shore to join the festival of night soon enough crickets hum away in harmony to break the silence, a subtle interaction is initiated between the flora and fauna as Nature winks in satisfaction nearby at an ancient cave, bats assemble To begin their normal chore when the calm ocean suddenly usher the Queen of the Deep who called her fated lover with a euphony that resonated in unison with the immortal melody of the nightingale, while wild waves roared alone to proclaim their eternal presence and Life under the faint rays of the moon begins its new journey, unfettered, unhindered, unstinted. I stand baffled at the transformation to be the sole witness of this sumptuous event and wonder how each night presents the intricate beauty of Life depicting unity in diversity through uncountable expressions and forms where in His broad spectrum the invisible and visible, the living and dead, the body and spirit the natural and supernatural merge to become One as He makes His bold statement through the waves, blackbirds, and spirits that reflects in everything.