Be Still This Night

Be still this night and you may hear the orchestra we call the night.

The crickets chirp and endless song as the barn owl hoats.

A mourning dove calls their mate, come to me my love.

Nature prepares for darkness and humanity prepares to sleep.

the orange and magenta of the twilight gives way to the darkness of the night.

The last sun rays vanish as the first star light appears.

Its magic trick I trust, the synchronizing of fireflies is bright tonight, as if in competition with the stars.

The sound of humanity is fading fast and soon will be no more.

For the sandman is calling me home, my heavy eyes the will not last.

And in his real soft voice I’ve come to know be still this night and enjoy the show.

these moments they do not last.