The sun lazily lowers over the horizon
Urging birds to rush back to their nests.
A gentle breeze sends a shiver over the cooling grass,
Making flowers softly close their petals, falling asleep.
A sunset is coming...
The sun slowly sinks beyond a distant mountain,
Shooting its dramatic last rays in all directions
And painting the sky with pale pinks, purples and reds,
Whilst the winds pick up for the last time today.
The twilight is coming…
The sun has gone to the other side of the world.
And the day follows it making space for the night.
Birds kiss it goodnight with a trill and a song,
Knowing, it will awake them again with a pink kiss of the dawn.
The dusk is coming...
A full moon slowly rises in the pale darkening sky.
Trees in their majesty stand quietly reaching up high.
Only frogs and crickets prepare their instruments
To start their evening chirping serenades.
The night is coming...
A veil of darkness shrouds meadows and hills.
Everything becomes cool, tranquil and still.
Little bears end their bedtime stories closing their sleepy eyes,
As if a fairy sprinkled over them some magic dust
Taking them into a secret world of dreams.
The night is here…
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