Crawling Plants On Strike

There is no child's laughter,

Winds are blowing faster,

Neither servants are out nor master,

Silence like magic of spell caster.

Today night is bright,

Crawling plants are on strike,

Thinking can get some light,

So they don't need to fight.

Climbing on the dark houses,

Using roots as legs,

To watch the beautiful sceneries,

Where the moon smiles.