A drapery of blue
Fills the air
So close you could touch it
If you dare

Black dots with wings
Wait- those are feathers
This drapery of blue
Can hold them forever

Against the backdrop
Of crystal-clear light blue
A sunset appears
An the horizon near you

The colors fill the corner
Of the painting so great
A painting of colours
That fills the land

Shades sweep the coming night air
A breeze softly glistens
The song of a merry bird
You listen

The rustling of leaves
As they tuck in for bed
Some fall to the ground
Be sure to look overhead

The silence of people
Once bustling the streets
Is met with the calmness
That nighttime brings

The colors and sounds
So wistful and merry
Dwindle to fearful silence
What was calm now eerie

The black swoops over
Not creeping in slowness
It engulfs it's surroundings
In just a moment

A flicker
A blink
Like the flip of a switch
The night is now as black as ink

The birds are all gone
From their merry song
The wind now howling
Bringing leaves along

The leaves tucked in tight
Are carried away
Above ground to a place
Where they can lay

So the noises have changed
And so has the sky
But all will change soon
In the blink of an eye

Now it is morning
The birds told you so
The leaves are now laying
The sky is now- oh

The sky has transformed
Into something much more grand
The hues getting brighter
Throughout all the land

The scenery it covers
Now doused in colours
It has made it different
Much different from others

The sky them flicks yellow
Then orange vibrant shades
It becomes so piercing
Much sharper than blades

The birds are still singing
Less so than before
They'll let you know
When the time changes once more

And now it has
The sun hot and sticky
Glaring at Earth
Making occupants feel icky

Soon
But not soon enough, it's gone
Bringing back the start
Of something thought long gone

The start of the night
A process repeated
Every cycle
No matter the season

And so it goes on
The endless cycle of days
Taking and leaving
In so many ways