When the hills swallow up the last of the sun, <br />And the light of day is almost done, <br />The moon appears, to fulfil it's duty, <br />Whilst darkness hides away the hillsides beauty, <br />After the sun has finally set, <br />There just remains a silhouette. <br /> <br />A jagged horizon between the sky and trees, <br />Dancing eloquently in the evening breeze, <br />The whistle of the wind as it blows through vales, <br />Finding every crevice across hills and dales. <br /> <br />One by one stars disappear, <br />As the dark black sky begins to clear, <br />The constellations fade away, <br />As night changes shift with the break of day, <br />The disappearance of Orion, the plough and taurus, <br />Pale unto insignificance with Dawn's sweet chorus. <br /> <br />The morning sun beams and breathes in colour, <br />Whilst the moon retreats and hides away as it becomes duller. <br />And so starts the cycle of another day, <br />Now that nighttime has faded away.<br /><br />Nick Jordan.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-442/
