End of day

And the world turns 

And the world turns 

Oh so slow and steady. 

Firey red and gold flare across the sky

Pink blushing clouds

Ridges of red and orange 

Silloetts of leafless trees in the foreground waiting to burst into spring

Arms up in praise. 

Then all fades. 

Gently 

Slowly 

Slipping into grey and white 

Then dusk 

And quietly all goes dark into night

But... Just as the last streaks of hopeful golden light lose their grip on the horizon

A bright point of light,

Then another 

Pierce the cloudy grey

And take their post in the twilight.

No, hope has not lost.

The stars stand guard throughout the night 

Until the first shy streaks of dawn's waking 

Peer over the eastern hills.