Eventide,
Slowly descends upon the remnants of the day
Embracing the sunlight, to carry her to the night
Darkness deepens, and the moon shall have her time
to boast her beauty
Silence,
And visitors arrive, she bows her head
and listens to the sky
Each in turn the stars reveal their faces
Singing a soft melody of Heaven
Songs are delivered by the whippoorwill
searching for others, and they recall
answering with the sounds of the night
A choir of the sublime
Music that has played through the ages
An orchestra for the soul
A companion for the lonely
Each dropp of rain adds to the chorus
Mist comforts the valley
While the dew creates a solemn solitude
Sunshine appears with silent thunder
creating crescendos of light
And one by one the trees dance with the wind
In harmony with the clouds
That sail across the sea of sky
As ships bound for an unknown port
Until at last, the remains of the day give in
And crimson dominates
Finally, once again the day surrenders
Into the gentle grip of....
Eventide...
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