The Night Approaches
The dark sky kissed the Horizon red,
A spark flied, hit the sun and bled
Crimson hues drenching the West,
Night approached silently, bruising the rest.
Loud thud, dropped an old tree,
Scratching noise set the roots free.
A croaking frog splashed out a tear,
Silent fungi swept the ground clear.
A spark flied, hit the sun and bled
Crimson hues drenching the West,
Night approached silently, bruising the rest.
Loud thud, dropped an old tree,
Scratching noise set the roots free.
A croaking frog splashed out a tear,
Silent fungi swept the ground clear.