Without a Sunrise

We've all heard of the crickets chirping
Strumming their chellos and violins
Breathing in the cool dark air
As their day time, the night time, first begins

Their chorus of strings carried across
By the sweet serene wind blowing
Slowly surveying the vast live land
Guided by the beams of the night moon glowing
Over the forrest as the leaves all rustle
And above a creek, shallow and flowing
As the night comes abright with luminous life
Gaining momentum and all but slowing

A catepillar gains its final wings
Nestled away as a star shines bright
A mother can sleep sound and well
As she knows her cubs are quite alright
A wide eyed owl sits up, right perched
Watching, consuming, so full of insight
And the moon presides above it all
With her beauty and wisdom, ruling the twilight

So when you finally see the sun drop down
And the darkness is so fast becoming
Remember all the evenfall's beauty
That the night's alive, beautiful, harmonic and humming