This Night

Trees sway
Their leaves rippling
At the touch of the brisk breeze.
Flower petals yawn in exhaustion
From the sun's long hours.
Blades of grass
Bid farewell to the day.
The sunset has hidden itself
Behind the moonlit sky
And the water stands still
Waiting
For all the stars to be accounted for.
I lay at my window
Gazing upon the art work,
And I begin to wonder
Why You made me
More significant
Than the beauty of this night.