Silver night

I sit on a still night under the eucalyptus tree looking up at the sky through its branches. Stars beckon. Furry clouds are spread across the sky and the thin sliver of the moon fails to knife through them. Leaves rustle softly and insects make little chirping noises. A bird lulled to sleep by the murmuring brook wakes up and warbles its appreciation. A soft darkness gathers but the grass is still eerily lit by the cloudlight. The silence is silvery and the peace is deep.