Scene From A Hill

The twilight brings a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves above me where I sit on a hill overlooking a vast meadow of purple asters and flowering orange butterfly weeds I'll wait here to watch the sky change from light blue gray to red and orange as the sun slowly falls behind a thin red-threaded horizon where the first glimmer of a star appears and the sound of crickets start their melody shades and shadows dance through the meadow as the setting sun begins to fade away and a quarter moon rises in the northern sky as the sky blackens stars become more visible and the meadow has darkened while fireflies start their nightly lamp-lighting and the sound of frogs are heard in the distance telling me it's time to leave