This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Soka chapter.
Under the soft light of the stars,
My spirit is free,
My soul at peace.
The swift breeze,
The sudden urge to run,
And the lush scent of roses,
And summer;
They sing my name,
Calling.
The silly, rolling sounds of the stream,
Echo in my ear,
Like the steady plucking of harp strings.
The sounds of the night are a symphony.
Under the soft light of the stars,
My spirit is free,
My soul at peace…