Dusk mellows to dark, awakens to light,
Whispering mists not yet touched by the sun
Weave tales without words, silent as they run
Through the rolling fields, a momentous sight
Mesmerizing, devouring the night,
But these too shall burn away and be done
For this moment's verse will remain unsung
As its truth cannot withstand the days bright
Glare, passing not with sorrow and despair,

No, it rises, ascending to the sky
As a signal to all who bare witness.
The world seems to change, but all be aware:
We transition from one reality
To another, but the change is in us.