When Sol expires in crimson fire
and daylight shadows flee,
when starlight weaves a tapestry
across an endless sea,
when moonlight filters from on high
to cast its eerie glow
to guide me through this darkened realm
as on my way I go,
then I am happy in my world,
with God and self content,
and I will cherish such a night
until my life is spent.
Psalms 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth his handywork.