Late

The evening

Says, Goodnight

It welcomes me

With a cool breeze

Where shadows

Bounce off the bank

Of easy going trees

It speaks in riddles

But is majestic

Like noonday

Some people love the night

Nocturnal souls come out to play

The owl hoots

The bat screeches

The tired snore

When all is done

The rising sun… comes out once more


Love always, Ayesha