In The Depths Of Night Poem by DM W

In the depths of night:
The sea's star reflecting waves;
The glowing golden
Moon, and the leaves the wind blows
Across my garden;
The surreal beauty of green
Nature in repose.
In the depths of night, creatures
Normally silent,
And anonymous, during
Mundane, diurnal hours
Curiously come out to
Play for a while in
Their beguiling ways: from owls
And bats to moths and
Eerie, radiant glow worms.
In these cynical,
Modern times, could it be that
They signify a
Certain kind of magic, that
Still manages to
Attract and prevail, despite
Persistent doubting
And widespread disenchantment?