I sat at a window sill,

watched the ending of the day.

Dwindling light making colors bright,

evening comes with the last ray.

 

Mysterious colors of the sky,

turn stranger the lands below.

What was bright and cheerful,

now has something else to show.

 

The light keeps on fading,

drawing forth creatures of the night.

Hear their whispered songs,

even as they remain from sight.

 

The stars form in the sky,

in place of the light.

As the evening begins to fade,

there’s the coming of the night.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.

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