Sunrays are fading,
It's the end of a pretty day,
The morning was elading;
I'm sorry days end this way.

But I have always loved the beautiful night,
The Moon casting her rays into my room,
Makes such a pretty sight;
Night is the time when roses bloom.

Dewdrops glisten on the roses,
Like sparkling jewels,
The cold settles on Fairies' glowing cheeks and noses;
It's the time when they sit or lay upon toad stools.

The Moon's rays are fading from my lawn,
The Moon's rays are fading from sight,
It's no longer night it is dawn;
It is morning no longer night.

*~Marian~