Rising Moon, Falling Stars...

After the heat of the day
     the cool of the evening
makes its way
    slipping in almost unnoticed
as the blue mixes with the grey
    that will melt into black
when the moon and stars will hold sway

The wind that made the heat bearable
     calms to a breeze as the bird's singing ceases
and the branches whisper softly
     to some, "time now for sleep"
as the moon sings others awake
     from their hidden keep
"time for you your repast seek
    for i shine for the strong as well as the weak"
A stifle cry, a flurry of leaves
    Nature takes as well as it gives...