The time when the world slips away

Slowly the night folded its dark blanket across the world,
the sun hid away under the mountains and seas,
the flowers wrap themselves up,
the birds fly to a tree and settle down to rest.

A flock of girls glide around the skies,
dancing into the dark blue night,
their partners soon follow,
a crowd of men,
lost in wonder of the twirls and curls of the night.

Slowly the moon rises sending down an eerie glow,
Onlookers smile and cry tears of pure joy,
Warmed by the moons cool glow,
Holding hand in hand,
the stars take a bow.

The night soon swallows the thoughts of day,
Slowly forgetting the light of yesterday,
the moon begins to set,
as the suns slumber is coming to an end,
the west greet their loyal friend,
worn and torn from the nights song.

The sun slowly rises from beneath the sea and mountains,
the birds begin to sing to the morning due,
The flowers open and spread their colorful glow,
the dancers return to the world,
the homes they belong,
until the night rises,
they slumber under the sun.