New Day

As the evening rolled our way And the blue sky turned to gray What was red sunset now took flight Ebbing darkness, growing night Behind us moving darkness grew Green trees and leaves we saw are now just few Majestic oak, black silhouette gives way To the ending of a perfect day The cloaking of the quiet night The crickets and the frogs delight Lights sparkling in the hidden hills The scurry ‘neath the evening chills Another day is waiting sure Sweet sleep awaits; our rest is pure In morning light the robin sings Wake up and see what this day brings The morning mist and dew shine strong Gold glory is the morning song Ripe crops rippling in the breeze Such beauty in the world to please All’s well; a new day grows Just like the blooming of a rose