The sun slips down the treeline
Another day takes flight
The final touch of color
Escapes into the night

The whispers of the forrest
The cooing of a dove
All winding down for nightfall
As stars come out above

Nocturnal creatures scamper
While others are at rest
A time to gain renewal
From daily cares that press

This time of blessed refreshment
Prepares them once anew
To face tomorrow's duty
And meet the day in view

by David C Rogers
7/20/2018