A World of His Creation

The sun crosses the dividing line Stars begin to peek out from their hiding places The blue skies begin to turn Dark azure clouds drift past a golden sky An amber world lives for a brief moment Then it fades as did the light before Birds fall silent as they flock to the pleasure of sleep The waves which crashed all day Smoothing into a sheet of glass without a ripple The stars make the trek they have made for a billion years Without a sound All is silent, all is peaceful This world sleeps as the sun graces other lands The only sound is the voice of God giving His blessings To a sleeping world of His creation