Sunset had scarcely left its place
When the wane of the moon appeared
Creatures scurried from beneath the trees
No longer worried about things they feared
The chill of evening came alive
The briskness of fall upon the air
Birds took perch on branches up high
Four legged creatures wandered without care
Man had departed as did nature’s worries
The sense of foreboding forgotten until tomorrow
Darkness hides and protects those in the night
Freedom again replacing hidden sorrow
