Escapades of ashen night are halted,
As moonlight, teeming, lies receding,
Day has turned the torch upon the shadows.
Creatures stir in humble knots.
The clouds take to their hearth in time,
Slowly they take their leisure, in repose,
The blaze upon the western fields has come.
The tulips lift their necks in wonder.
Dew drips from emerald pastures,
As serenity is laden in the eyes of nature,
The oaken palaces shed their elder children.
Shadows dance as a gale passes.
