Dusk Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Dusk has fallen
Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves
Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation
Helped by the gentle breeze

Birds’s lullabies
Happy with their young
Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended
Protectors day and night

Far off mountains
Bluish dark in the distance
A veil of mists masking their peaks
In a game of hide and seek

Below I lay beholding the early stars
Twinkling, eager for a chitchat
Time stands still
Night has descended

Will the morrow come?