As day turns to darkest night
And birds return from random flight,
Children lie in comfy beds curled
Above all this the sun sets on the world.
An horizon of flame shimmering bright
Melting away to leave night,
The sky draws a veil on the day,
The orb with its life giving fire
Slips gently away to retire
To rise the other side of the world.
The harvest moon grants its gift
Giving darkness and evil short thrift,
All around lifes stresses are hurled
All the agonies of humanity unfurled
As the sun sets once more
On the world.
Phil Hall October 2013
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