Just Moments Til

(Picture Perfect) Mere minutes until the end This radiant perfection will not last Shadows of trees will not cringe They reach for the oily colour of grass Made by nat'ral green and white- goldish gleams Tranquility, what I barely grasp This scene discarded by urban steam Moments like these, everything stills Moon's quick to clean Sun's artful spill Silhouettes turuned b'ings now desire To consume skies left blue and black 'til filled Abduction by time was rapturous light Twilight gives wings for euphoria's flight That moment of evening bliss is gone Now Night's inhabitants sing reverent song