Oh sweet sunset change ever so slowly into the night
Your paint brush strokes of reds, oranges and yellows
Painting the countryside as you fade slowly out of sight
Like magic and a wave of the hand darkness now appears
There is a miracle taking place every night in the pitch
With the blink of an eye, a million twinkling lights appear
Below my feet a carpet of sweet green Lemon Grass flavor rich
Last night's fallen stars now rise to greet the nights royalty
Here is when you catch a real fallen star, as the fireflies dance
All the wonders of nature, created by God's Almighty Hands
A Master with color, a Genius in every single stroke he plants
He washes in sounds of nature; a frog's croak, hoot of an owl
A symphony of crickets calling, birds settling in for the night
Far in the distance you can see the lights of the farm houses
A watch dog barks at shadows in the distance created by light
High on this canvas of black, a crescent moon shines hauntingly
Somehow the darkness envelops me in a blanket of stinging cold
I shiver, the stars are falling to the ground, the sky grows blank
Just then a shooting star makes its way across the canvas bare and bold
Such a rare event, I was told to make a wish and tell not a soul
Funny how time flies when your imagination seems to just up and flee
The ground now cools; dew forms, a film of fog erases the canvas
It's time for me to head home, I salute the Kings canvas before me
Dawn arrives in a few hours, yesterday is no longer; this canvas is anew...
