Nothing gold can stay, in the golden night

The moon shines with beauty that not even the best poet could capture. It’s white light shines with a luminous glow as it glistens in the sapphire sky making everything around it seem so pure.

The stars twinkling beams shine along with the moon capturing the beauty of the trees in the forest while giving every thing a beautiful golden light.

The trees seem to shine golden, they stand tall as leaves slowly drift to the ground.

It is a golden night, so rare and so pure. But, as _Robert Frost _had once said, “Nothing gold can stay”. And that was true.

When the sun rises and the birds singing replaces to chirp of the crickets and the hoots of the owls, the golden night goes away to make way for a golden day.