The sun dies
To let the moon rise
And spread its light
Far and wide

The stars shine
Illuminating the sky
With hopes and dreams
For the ones below

The wind howls
With unkempt vows
Gushing through trees
As it goes on bitterly

I look at the scene
Sighing at my misery
Wishing for a thrill
On waking up
From the morning trill