As the day ends,
And the Sun descends,
Colors start to fade,
From Red, Orange, Yellow
And pink clouds in the distance,
To navy blue,
With a blanket of stars
twinkling above,
And a moon at its fullest
Leaving a path of pale light
Across the land,
The air is cool and still
Crickets chirp,
Hear the beating of an owls wings,
As they swoop to the ground
Flying from tree to tree
But noise is hushed
by the night,
It’s calm,
It’s quiet.