An Evening Chorus

In the silence of evening
when the moon shines down
on the valley
A stream glows in its wandering
on a stony

At the End

Another day, another name
The sun begins to set and I think
to the sound of the waves crashing down
it has to be

NIGHT

The skies of night have a thousand eyes
Where the skies of day have but one.
Night's black mantle covers us all
With the

Shooting Star

Guiding through the evening nights,

I begin to wonder where I'll fall.

Trying to reach the infinite sky;

of this

A Starry Evening