I look upon the fading sun
the day has died the night has begun.
As stars become visible
and moon shines bright
illuminating nature with its glowing light.

While the moon holds its sway
a moonlit owl swoops down for its prey.
A swift execution a useless fight
a catch of triumph in this eternal night.

A midnight breeze gracefully
dances through the trees
bending the branches parting with there leaves.
Falling to the ground softly not once making a sound
the moon moves past like a ship in the sky
sailing through the clouds.

But the night is betrayed
As the moon starts to fade
The day has come, the world is waking
farewell to the night, forever waiting.