My Day is done
and all is calm;
the sun goes down
and the sky is long.

The breeze picks up
as night comes to play;
the branches a-rustle
for the leaves they display.

The woods they sparkle
'neath a darkening hue;
a veil is falling,
as if on cue.

Thus I sit so quiet
near a gnarled old tree;
thus the shadowed woods
are calling to me.

I'm at peace!
The first in a while;
for my Day is done
and now I can smile.