Yet another day passes.
Over hills, twilight presses.
Moon already hung up high,
Welcoming nightfall.

Birds flying up to their nests,
Chirping time to rest.
Time for peace and stillness,
Time to restore our minds and bodies.

As all fades into night,
A hollow of absence of light.
Only twinkling lights of stars,
Sparkling in amid.

No drama or anger lingering,
No quarrels or crying interrupting,
Only songs of crickets,
Only dances of star lights.

Oh, what a pleasant time.
If only day were this tame,
It would bring peace.

© Marylin M. Naane