Transitions
The light oustide grows pale and red,
Dimming steadily overhead,
As the great symbol of Apollo
sets. Soon night will follow.
The trees sway gently to and fro,
Bending as far as sight will go;
Speaking in their entish phrase
Of the changes in the phase.
The leaves rustle in the wind,
Whispering the news from 'round the river bend;
Of the end of day
And the beginning of a new way.
The glowing, ethereal sphere
sets slowly on an unusual, queer
day. Quietly ushering in the dark
While people undress and lay stark.
The animals go unseen,
Leaving only traces of where they've been,
As they curl up safe and sound
In a nest or lair or hole in the ground.
The hills cast a marvelous glow
Over all the land and sky. Oh, what a show!
Beams of heavenly descent reflect
The beauty of nature. I view with respect.
The clouds part ways
And out come glorious, shimmering rays
Of orange-tinted, fading light.
For a moment everything feels alright.
Thus day passes into past;
Night begins again all too fast.
Dimming steadily overhead,
As the great symbol of Apollo
sets. Soon night will follow.
The trees sway gently to and fro,
Bending as far as sight will go;
Speaking in their entish phrase
Of the changes in the phase.
The leaves rustle in the wind,
Whispering the news from 'round the river bend;
Of the end of day
And the beginning of a new way.
The glowing, ethereal sphere
sets slowly on an unusual, queer
day. Quietly ushering in the dark
While people undress and lay stark.
The animals go unseen,
Leaving only traces of where they've been,
As they curl up safe and sound
In a nest or lair or hole in the ground.
The hills cast a marvelous glow
Over all the land and sky. Oh, what a show!
Beams of heavenly descent reflect
The beauty of nature. I view with respect.
The clouds part ways
And out come glorious, shimmering rays
Of orange-tinted, fading light.
For a moment everything feels alright.
Thus day passes into past;
Night begins again all too fast.