As The Day Ends....

I walk around in the fields,
Looking at every flower.
How pretty they all seem to me,
Each one near and far.

I walk around in the fields,
The grass tickling my feet.
Little creatures run here and there,
Trying to look discreet.

I walk around in the fields,
Watching the setting sun.
The red-hued clouds chase each other around,
Looking like they’re having fun.

And now the sun has gone down,
Leaving the sky black.
I stare up at the rising moon,
Knowing the sun will be back.

-Rhea. B, 10.12.2005