Night Magic

The sun sinks below the horizon,
Softly tinting the scattered cloud.
Dusk brings the day to closing,
Then night rules the world with its shroud.

Wild creatures graze quietly on grassland,
Night birds silently watch for their prey.
Mist slowly drifts through the forest,
Surrounding all in a ghostly grey.

You can hear the silence of the night,
The movement of the trees.
The far off whisper of a stream,
The crackling of trampled leaves.

So listen for the night magic,
As you relax at the end of your day.
Know that with the approach of twilight,
Unseen creatures will live their own way.