Midnight

When the moon rises up in the blood red sky 

and the sun slowly waves goodbye 

the birds sleepily flutter back to the nest 

Golden light that flooded the world of best 

that slowly fades to dark 

The moon glides across the sky slowly like a lark 

A path of silver across the lake 

beautiful like a piece of cake 

Trees sing a song through rustling leaves 

Wind softly blows under the eaves 

Calls echo through the night 

reaching far beyond your line of sight 

Owls soar through the night 

Silently creatures lie, tired from the fight 

The world bathed in a silvery light 

filling you with a sense of might 

Ruling the world from high above,

silently swooping like a dove 

Dawn rises. Something new 

The morning, drops of dew