Under The Creator's Nightlights

Milking by the Creator's nightlights
Spread across a crystal clear sky
Listening to His Forestial Chorus
Fluttering wing and singing frog

Tucked away in His small corner
Safe and sound I stay
Milking under the Creator's lights of night
The most glorious place to pray

Author's Note

Yes I am aware that Forestial is not a word lol, but it should be :)

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
All I can say is wow! You’ve painted with words a beautiful unique write that grabbed hold of my pneuma. I could see, smell, hear, and feel the night. And what a wonderful place to pray, milking. This showed me the intimacy of your relationship with your Creator, as you talk to him in the night with His Forestial choir in the background. I pray and sing often as I mush my dogs. This is my favorite of your writes so far and I would have to say its in my top five poems dealing with spiritual maters. Thank you for being transparent.

Blessings, Bill Laughing-Bear

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful word you've found, love it - and why not create sweet wordifications if they fit the bill!

To be serious now: you always create a sense of place and emotion. Here your friend's The Friend of all who walks by your every thought, guides your hand in writing such beautiful words. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a very good vision with this amazing poem. I agree with your words.
"Tucked away in His small corner
Safe and sound I stay
Milking under the Creator's lights of night
The most glorious place to pray"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The night sky is so magical... all those stars are like a million angel eyes watching over us.