A Walk By Streetlight

Stepped out of the nest to take a walk,
The soft sound of distant traffic in my ear.
The night felt fresh somehow,
A little friendlier than usual,
A little more clear.


As I traced my way down the path, going nowhere,
My lips spread into a smile, and I began to wonder.
What is it that makes this night so different?


Maybe it's the cool breeze, which rarely blows now,
Maybe it's the jovial little dance
Of the leaves on the trees up so high.
Maybe it's the dappled light from the streetlamps,
Playing hide and seek through the trees.
Maybe it's the smell of the rain-kissed earth,
Caressing my senses as it fills me up.
Or maybe, it's just me...