Make Way For The Night
As the sun sets behind the hills,
The spasms of red and orange make way for the blue and black.
The creatures of dawn go into hiding;
Making way for the night’s pack.
Leaving the horizon, taking all the warmth away,
Letting the Moon to glimmer and glow;
And letting the stars to dazzle and dance,
The breeze from the East serenely blows.
Scattering its faint light on the plains so green,
Shimmering over the dainty sea now and then,
Guiding those, who need her light.
And before they know it, its morning again.
