Easy to call
The people beautiful
At the fall
Of dark
At the end of day
Dutiful,
The moon
Comes out
Of it's cocoon,
Sun gives a shout
Oh Hark!
The stars do play
A melody of light
Music to the sight,
So call the people
All beautiful
In the thick of black
From up in your steeple
Time slows a plentiful
Until the dawn comes back...
©okpoet