Five o'clock in the morning when
Sun rises looking at the waiting
Moon as his rays hide the glow.

Morning came the summer time,
Flowers bloom with morning dews,
Buzzing bees harvest honey dews.

Six o'clock in the evening when the
Moon shines, a brief caress to the
Sun before it blends with darkness.

Creatures of the night start to awaken,
Fruit bats flying out from their caves,
Fruits bearing trees for their buffet.

Wind brings to me in this dark corner
The scent of the night's flowers and
The sounds of the howling wolf.