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.