Dusk and Twilight

A cool evening breeze blows by;
Last movements of the sleepy trees;
No flowers sway in the breeze;
No birds hover in the golden sky:
Not far away little moths fly;
The cold wind makes all freeze;
Then all actions and movements cease;
And a heavy old day passes by.
Then dark and silent all;
Moon and stars emerge in sight;
Action and silence and the unseen wall;
Nature bathes in delight;
While Mother Earth speaks her silent call,
Enjoying the symphony of the night.