The sun has sets and the evening begins
the plants breath deeply in the cool air
As the dying light, lights them up one last time
the bees and butterflies hover for one last taste
In the still evening air you can hear the trees rustle
with the gentle breeze rushing west
The light turns into night and a new story is played out
stars twinkle finding their place in the dark sky
A bright moon rises and lights up the shadows
as they dance in the gardens catching ones eye
The garden now belong to the night folk
So, I bid it good night until morning