with a fanfare that is grand,
sunset creeps across the land,
like a curtain on a play,
hails the ending of today.

watch the birds fly off to sleep,
while the smaller creatures creep,
hear the chirping of the crickets,
while the rabbits hop through thickets.

the light begins to fade,
and growing is the shade,
as the day turns into night,
and the darkness conquers light.

there's a still that's in the air,
when the moon casts its bright glare,
and the owls start to wake,
like the dawn will never break.

and the humans rest their heads,
on their soft and comfy beds,
say their prayers and close their eyes,
muttering their last goodbyes.

and sadly, though, the night can't last,
dawn has come to break its fast,
and light comes again to steal back day,
the sun will reign and have its say.

sun and moon will fight and war,
till the seasons are no more,
though they win and lose their share,
for the sky they both do care.