The moments
The evening sky forms like a hearth,
bright and warm,
shining every last spark on Earth.
Although the land is slowly swollen into darkness,
the sky is still coated in bright orange.
People watch with eagerness
waiting for the miracle to happen between the mountain ranges.
By the romantic sea bay,
the gentle ocean waves radiates
the warm glow of sun ray,
where it is not visible in the same shining sky.
On the green grassy meadows,
where peaceful herbivores praise,
trotting among their own shadows
in this godly golden hour when they graze.
In the city streets people glance
through the shadows which towering skyscrapers present,
where this narrow but unique view enhance
the beauty of this natural event.
Slowly, half the world is going to be in the cover
of a different light--
the shimmering silver
of the gentle moonlight.
On the mountains shadowed in nightfall,
we only hear the gentle caresses of leaves against leaves
and see the faint outline of the landscapes,
leaving nothing more than the hoot of an lonely owl.
By the oceans swept in nightfall,
we only hear the gentle laps of the waves against the shore
and see the glowing reflection of the shining moon,
leaving nothing more than the splash of a jumping fish.
Through the meadows rolled in nightfall,
we only hear the gentle howls of the wind against the wind
and see the swinging motions of the swaying plants,
leaving nothing more than the call of a singing cricket.
In the cities glistening in the moonlight,
we see the silhouettes of varied structures around
and the little windows of light,
like the milky way has fallen to the ground.
The moon glows faintly in the pitch blackness of the galaxy,
borrowing the power of the burning sun whom cannot be here.
It watches as the land drowns into darkness,
knowing that its soft reflection,
would not waken those whom sleep.
"It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream."
-- Bern Williams
