It Glistens

The moon is bright,
The wind is still,
Everything in fact,
Is absolutely still,

Stay up late,
Watch the Moon rise,
And eventually fall,
So the Sun can take her place,

The wind picks up,
A tiny pace,
red and orange leaves,
They fall from the trees,

Landing on your pillow,
Why do people hate?
The night is so peaceful,
By the power within!

So answer me this,
Do you hate the night?
When it's frightful and still,
And the Moon glistens bright?