The
day is over quietly spent,
The
sky is ablaze with colors you've sent,
The
bright oranges and reds
The
subtle blues,
Harkens
me to hear the news.
Night
has arrived - its slowly falling,
The
colors are blending - almost calling,
To
say sleep my children in love and peace,
Tomorrow
awaits - the world's at your feet.
Copyright protected 1988 - Alicia Bechtel aka Chiari