>This poem is a revised version of an earlier one. I've included the original as well, so could you please tell me which you think is better?
The night whispers softly through the trees.
Its desperate longing can be heard in the breeze.
The stars pale to tiny pricks of light
beside the far off city, shining bright.
The ocean's salty fragrance fills the air
accompanied by the scent of flowers fair.
Sleep hangs heavy around the town
and I can taste the rain that's about to fall down.
There is mystery and excitement everywhere;
the wind is tugging at my hair,
calling me to come out into the night
and in its many wonders take every delight.
Original Version:
Can you hear the whisper of the night upon the trees?
Can you hear the longing stirring in the breeze?
Can you see the stars –the tiny pricks of light?
Can you see the city, shining out so bright?
Can you smell the sea carried in on the air?
Can you smell the thousand flowers fair?
Can you taste the sleep heavy round the town?
Can you taste the raindrops before they’re coming down?
Can you feel the mystery that’s everywhere?
Can you feel the wind tugging at your hair?
