Nightfall Poem by Samuel Flegons

The evening breeze from high descends
And brings up feelings of peace and change
The trees all dance and inevitably bends
Despite the height, the size or age.
The blue bright begins to roam
The heavenly dust buries the sun
This shows that in a time very soon
The dusty sky will unveil the moon.
The gorgeous birds have all dissapear
The flying flies are no more near
The cocks and ants
Have gone away
To their sweet calm homes
They have gone to stay.
The childeren bid their friends goodbye
As the quiet night have turn so nigh
And so they wait for a brand new day
A brand new day to come and stay.