As Midnight was slowly setting
In the red sky, she sat smiling;
Allowing the fatigued Sun a sleep,
Though now ’tis, by the horizon, dissolved deep,
Waiting impatiently and hastily for the next morning,
The morning that would grant it a sky and watch it shining,
Far from the hills of the horizon greened and steep,
Bestowing to it a reason to weep.
But on our morrow it won’t be crying
And, what all men can stand agreeing
Is that, no creature would silently live buried deep,
Such the evening sun when it takes a late-night dip,
Into the oceans that are silent fading
With the light of day that we will only see next morning.