All Change for M lady Helena

poem

 

 

All change

 

Familiar landmarks disappear

 gradually as darkness falls.

Though if you listen you can hear

 the roosting birds exchanging calls.

From nests in tree you cannot see

 though you’re aware that they’re still there

Enwrapped in night fall’s mystery.

There is no way you can compare

 the quiet countryside at night

 with the busy and bustling day.

 All life moves faster in sunlight

until the sun sets anyway.

Darkness can make the world we see

 into a realm of fantasy.

 

26-Jul-08

 

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