h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's sure too. l'll gratefull to view the Stars. The Planet's are Grand.

*the last remainders of the clouds make a spectacular background for the setting sun*

*the sun turns from yellow to dark gold, painting the clouds pink and purple*

*the sky is still astonishingly blue, but slowly darkening*

Good l made it for sunset. The colours of the sky are mesmerizing.

Love to view the stars at night. The sweet smell of spring's flowers. The flickering of the Moonlight of the water. The wind wispering thru the trees swaying lightly. Nothing but Serinity and Calm.

...*Pandora climbs up the big trunk of a willow tree that overlooks the pond...and lays down in the crook, as if cradled in the hand of Mother Nature herself...she takes out a Cherokee flute, carved from cedar...and begins to play... soft, Native American music...as a whipperwill sings harmony...*

*the sky is now a very dark blue, almost black*

*the absence of street lights, city lights and air pollutions makes the sky exceptionally clear*

*there is no moon, but the stars seem to be shining so brightly that they light up the night*

*the multide of stars even makes it difficult to locate the constellations*

*a myriad of distant stars seem to form a broad band of foggy light*

*the band stretches from horizon to horizon*

...*as Pandora plays the flute she gazes with wonderment at the night sky and all the fallen embers...
...the sky is like a midnight blue sapphire with the clearest of diamonds adorning what is already breathtaking...*

Yes a midnite blue sky. Love to see the sky like this. no humitdity to obscure the view. The calm sound of nature. Wind softly playing it's own melody. Water trickling in the brook. Crickets chirping.

*The still of the night is suddenly shattered by not-too-distant howl.*

AwoooOOOOoooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOoooooooooooooo!

*the night sky is now pitch black*

*the full moon is rising, majestically*

*every magical being in the garden seem to be holding their breath*

*the sudden silence is deafening*

A lonely hunter Stands and gazes at the beauty of the full moon. You can see his shadow in the moon. Nothing but serinty in the night air. Limbs of the trees swaing gently. *finds a nice spot for a nap.*

*wakes up in time to catch the moon on high*

*Nearer now, a hair-raising, spin-chilling sound rents the air.*

AwooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOOoooooooo

*dark clouds spread over the sky, hiding the and the s*

*a mist seems to be rising from the pond*

*wisps of mist can be seen drifting between the trees*

*suddenly the night feels very chilly*

A quickining of the sences. A howl inthe night. A call from Yahweh to Stop the Fight!

*pulls a shawl around her shoulders*

The Garden should be no place for fighting!

Fighting? What fighting?*confused*

l was just Giving in Rhyme. A poet of Sorts

Oops. Sorry. I thought the oooOOOOOoooo was a prelude to something...