The Dance of Night

A sweet summer twilight
The curtains of day slowly fall
The stage of night is surely set
The wind begins to sing to the grass
The grass dances in accordance with her soft mumblings
The moon glances his spotlight
It sheds a gloomy aura
Upon the nocturnal dancers
The chirping orchestra begins to play
Perfectly in sync
Sparse mist begins to settle
Dowering the dancers with sparkling costumes
Dawn brings with it the grand finale
Sun grazed hues dazzle the stage
As a blaring haphazard mixture of lights and sound ensue
Seemingly unorganized, but completely in tune
The dancers slowly become tired and weary
And the inevitable sun rises
The grass lies calm and quiet
Until the curtain of day falls again