Covering the light that shine.
Revealing bet's and owls that fly on it
Walking across the dark wishing to see the moon.

All insects run to hide.
Human goes to sleep hoping to see
the new day.
Night mares become the major dilemma but glory comfort you till the next day.

Up on the moon wish to play hide and seek,but on the sun comes the heat that make an ant's walk by tummy.

Oh night my hydency.
Scary thing came.
Holy God comfort you.
Darkness appear but morning chase it away.
Right away from the dark comes the Star's, from the stars comes the shinning light.
Really night is my hydency.