Staring into the Beautiful

The sun melts into a mesh of colors as it sets,
birds shriek their final goodbyes to Lady Evening.
A cool dusk breeze whistles through the trees, stirring the leaves.
Silver moonbeams peek through the net of clouds hung in the night sky.

A canvas of blue, speckled with stars emerges from the dark,
and sits above an earth that slumbers.
But far below something is stirring in the deeps.
Its song carries far above, to lands beyond.

Like a flute, it dittles light and quick,
while it darts from here to there.
As a harp it hums deep and slow,
swaying with a nighttime wind.

The drumbeat sounds loud and clear,
as the children sleep the hours away.
They wait for a new morning, dreaming sweetly.
Sunrise peeks around the corner waking a bright new dawn.