Night Time

I love the night the most of all,
when shadows grow and creep up the wall.

The world so quiet, begins to sleep.
The troubled cares of today will keep.

Tommorrow is another day,
with a new chance to make all okay.

The birds grow weary and begin to sleep,
in their nests in slumber deep.

Crickets begin to sing in rhyme.
I love the night and make it mine.

I watch the stars that shine so bright
and the way they kiss the moon good night.

The rich deep color of the sky, like velvet soft and black,
seems to make up so completely for what the day did lack.

The gentle wind begins to sigh
and sings to me it's lullaby

The time for dreams at last has come
I love the night when day is done.

I close my eyes to finally sleep
and dream my dreams so dark and deep.

When shadows grow and creep up the wall,
I love the night the most of all.