It’s so much easier to sort out your problems at night, under the stars. Everything just seems much clearer. 

On my midnight walk,
Through a field of bended reeds, 
The sound of the sopping ground, 
Kept me company. 
 
Amid a muddied clear, 
I stopped to rest on a thatch, 
And did hear with straining ears, 
A pheasant’s playful splash. 
 
On my midnight walk, 
With the wind I conferred, yea, 
How to define God’s design, 
To us it did occur. 
 
For deep into the night, 
The answers lay at our feet, 
Waiting there for all to bear, 
As the marmot curls in sleep.