There is a time of day when all is quiet and still
When the earth has not yet felt the sun's full rays
I hear the night sounds while in my bed I lay
A bird sings a melody of love so sweet I almost weep
The hoot of an owl in the tree down the way
The chirp of crickets - when do they sleep
From my window I see shades of purple and pink
blend with gold and cream
Colors mix with shadows soon becomes light streams
The moon stretches and yawns smiling at the coming dawn
Rays of light from heaven are beginning to beam
The sun in its huge orange glow raises its sleepy head
All of God's creation gives applause to the birth of a new day
Twilight that perfect time of day when all of nature rejoices
Such beauty reminds me that I am a fragile being made only of clay