The embers of the day burn red
As I turn in to rest my head
And drift off to the land of dreams
Where all is perfect so it seems
Where skies wash blue and clouds appear
As cotton buds save any tears
And grass rolls fore in emerald green
With brooks all bubbling diamond streams
Whilst birds nest down; no longer fly
And owl hoots out her lullaby
As distant worries fade away
And into slumber goes the day
Comments on: "Nightfall" (4)
So beautiful!
Thank you
Night 😉
Goodnight 🙂