The sun sets down,
the birds silence their song.
It is the nightingales that now will coo the world with their sweet lullabies.
Painted across the sky are all the colors of the worldly palette.
hues that give vibrancy to the night coming.
An explosion of magenta, violet and sienna wrap the sky.
As if Da Vinci painted it himself.
The world settles in,
ready for slumber.
Where the nocturnal ones lurk for their prey,
and the crickets and frogs sing.
Symphonies Capella.
Where simple people drift off to sleep,
while the adventuresome dream of the color and life in those final moments before dusk.
the birds silence their song.
It is the nightingales that now will coo the world with their sweet lullabies.
Painted across the sky are all the colors of the worldly palette.
hues that give vibrancy to the night coming.
An explosion of magenta, violet and sienna wrap the sky.
As if Da Vinci painted it himself.
The world settles in,
ready for slumber.
Where the nocturnal ones lurk for their prey,
and the crickets and frogs sing.
Symphonies Capella.
Where simple people drift off to sleep,
while the adventuresome dream of the color and life in those final moments before dusk.
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