As Evening Fades

As the Sun begins to set

Darkness creeps in, and yet

There remains a magical feeling

About which at present nature is dealing

The blue Sky gradually disappearing

As the night is patiently gearing

To bring in the black dark night

And surround us all until daylight

The white puffball clouds now disintegrate

Before our eyes the dark will infiltrate

Our minds our souls for a brief while

As in, the field, disappears the Stile

Covered now beneath the shroud

Of night now coming in calling out loud

In the foreground proudly standing still

The bushes whispering in the gentle winds chill

They will still be there tomorrow morn

Are they bushes or ears of corn?

Hard to tell in the sad dim light

As nature settles down for the night

Eventually when all the blue Sky has gone

The sound of night Owls will linger on

A silent solitude will reign

Until morning comes again