score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, On the ridge of the night, the sky is painted,
of twinkling stars, a captivating blanket.
The silver moon, above, watches silently,
on the sleeping, calm and sleeping world.
In the woods, the trees whisper secrets,
the leaves dance in discrete swirls.
An owl, from above, observes thoughtfully,
the soft, mysterious light.
A river meanders, lucid and slow,
reflecting the dreams of a firmament.
Its waters cradle smooth stones,
ancient stories, long told.
A deer emerges, majestic and proud,
from the veil of shadow, like a warrior.
His eyes, mirrors of a wild soul,
they scan the horizon, seeking wisdom.