Night Poem by Eric Ekinde

Oh, all was done
when the sun did shine bright
so much energy at work did burn
late it is now, stars and the moon stand right
from the fields is heard the crickets
buzzing like alarmed watches in some pockets.

Exhausted from the days plays
how fair sleeps the young
whose dreams takes them distant ways
sleep needed by their bones to grow strong
so miles the next day they could run
like bullets leaving a gun.

Oh; how hated are you night
by some aged who think you so hard to fight.
how scared are some aged to sleep
thinking death would be near to peep
and from them, breath
shall cut leaving them without strength
to face the rising of the sun.