Something Beautiful

This was written (surprisingly) in the middle of an economics lesson. I was just sitting in class minding my own business and I had the urge to write. As usual (and I'm not bluffing or showing off or roshing or whatever you call it) but this is unedited and pure (mostly). Hope you find it... entertaining? :S

In the dark gloomy night
the tombstones shine like beacons.
And the moonlight dances between the trees’ branches.

The night noises continue,
the frogs croak, the owls hoot;
The magical symphony plays night after night.

Upon the stones, flowers lay
Bright, brilliant and colourful.
In the spotlight of the moon, they call to us.

As the time passes,
As the moon travels,
The resting place of many remains the same.

Glowing in the silver light
the tombs are captivating.
All hues of marble and ceramic are caught in the beams.

Something beautiful,
Something lives in this place.
There is beauty living with the laid to rest.