Nature-Sunset Izeli Poem by Mary Mc Creath

Light green, bright green,
bronze sun glittering.
Hoot coo, twittering.
Blue sky, dark sky,
night awakening.
Cool air, closed flowers,
day forsakening.

Clouds, low whispy,
edged with light,
fire disc shimmering.
Down,
down, and down
out of sight.

Bright horizon where there was a sun,
silhouette trees there when its's gone.
Light edged clouds turning grey,
Night comes slowly at the end of the day.

Grunt from the pigsty here in sight,
Birds in the blue sky flicker in flight.
Flies buzz around and get in the way,
Cows low contented munching the hay.

Leaves move gently, sway in the breeze,
Gull sounds moving over fields and trees.
Clouds turn golden from the sun that's gone,
High pitched whistle of a bird's
even'song.