Day has ended,
Night has come.
Moon swings up,
Past sleeping sun.
Midnight hour,
Sweetly deep,
No one hears-
I sing to sleep.
Bright stars dance,
Through shadowed skies.
Sun is rested-
Soon will rise.
A golden dawn Earth holds her breath.
Black sky turns blue-
Night’s daily death.
My slumber ends
At morning bright.
New day to face,
With no foresight.
What will come?
Only God knows.
No promise, just faith.
At least the sun rose.
