The trees are black
Against a darkening Sky
The birds call out
Singing one last lullaby
The wind it stops and settles still
While everything slows and comes to a crawl
Creatures of day nestle down
Whispering goodnight to one and all
Lights come on
As the sun hides away
A soft yellow glow
Reminiscent of day
Families gather around their hearths
Talking, laughing and singing songs
Until the wee hours
And the shadows grow long
Off to bed the young ones go
Tucked away and covered up tight
Snug and cozy ready for sleep
Drifting away into the night
