Eclipse

Darkness comes upon us in play, some brief interlude midday, where the sky turns blackened from the gray. And in the yard's quick environmental fall, hide away all creatures great and small slipping into shaded crevices at the pall. The sky so brilliant blue an hour ago discolors hues to paint the sky in blacker indigo while a hush falls to still and quiet life's quickened flow, and on the trunk of the great and mighty oak cries a squirrel calling to unseen hiding folk. We wait, patient in the stillness of the pale assured by technology the world does not fail; it is but a momentary lull when the moon passes bold and full before the sun's earlier radiant glow and an eclipse is is clearly understood. The beauty though begins to mesmerize drawing us in to all that in nature lies; a universe beyond our human dreams carries on without man to intervene and God alone has complete control unseen.