Upon the Closing of a day

The African sun blinks its last
Before calling it a day
Leaving in its farewell
A trail of silhouetted shadows
Giving rise to a chill in the air
Together with the sweet aroma of the tiger lilies

The sky is like one blanket
Patched a little in places
By small clouds
That look like islands
In the ocean that is the sky
The last little bird flies home to roost
A quiet and tranquil moment

The chrysanthemums close their petals reluctantly
To settle for the night
The little rock rabbits crawl slowly
To the comfort of home
While the cunning owl prepares to wake up
Its magic, pure magic
Such is what happens
Upon the closing of the day.

© Enchante
Age: 16