Evening Breeze
A daydream finds a cloud to drift upon
As the day withers with the dying sun
Bird songs catch the evening breeze
As they sing from swaying trees
Stars on high will soon appear
To give the night its souvenirs
The silver moon will show its face
On moonbeams you'll find romance's grace
As the night slowly dies
Dawn will tickle the morning sky
With the promise of tomorrow
As the winds of hope will follow.
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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