Birth of Night

In the blank canvas of the sky, a rebellious Shade of crimson triumphed with life. Mixing and blending with the clouds It sketched the memories and Laughter of the dying day. Yes, this shade is of remembrance of the Toils of the day that are painted all Over the sky by an unknown artist. For Nature has sacrificed one child To give birth to another. The birds decorate the horizon with Exquisite patterns on their journey home, Primroses and Casablanca lilies wake Up to the call of the breeze, fireflies Adorn the glade with their fiery gleam And Night is born from the tenebrous womb Of Mother Nature to begin her tantrums Just like the day to be remembered as Fleeting memories in the first rays of The dawn.