Dusk To Dawn

I dream of the tall oaks that spill the darkness of shadows down. The winds blow a tune of a lonesome bayou sound. The cry of the owl moves about in the night. The fog is thick under moonlight. As the full red moon is slowly displaced. I watch the darkness of the night fade away. A beam of sunlight touches my face. The dew still stands on the old oak leaves. A spider's web in the sunlight gleems. From dusk to dawn I watch time pass, a new day born as the sun sets fast. The creek runs infinite among the silhouette of the tall pines, set against the baby blue sky. In all of nature's beauty, from dusk to dawn, I will not forget, the still quietness, in the wilderness.