The tired day turns leaden
Panting, it blows gusts of soothing zephyr
The sun turns to red its once scorching yellow fire
And the waning azure skies slowly exhibit the diamonds that were hidden.
As the mighty torch tumbles down the lee of the silhouetted hills
The Lord does leaven all the light on the earth
To condense it in the pearl that is worth
All the treasures of nature that He reveals.
All the muted sounds of nature audible becomes
When the invisible beasts croon their cacophonous cries
To make the stars descend down and dance as fireflies;
All the feral creatures do homewards run
Some black souls in the meadow, however, are still having fun
And the distant hills echo while their lit up homes
Call for their return.
