Going Back Home

The sun was setting in the western sky,
Lighting up the field in a soft orange shade.
I saw the sun going down,
Going back home to sleep for the night.
In the distance I saw a cluster of trees,
Each having its own green shade.
I saw birds flying everywhere.
They too were going home to sleep for the night.

I heard my mother calling me,
And yet I did not hear her.
I was engrossed in the beauty unfolding before me,
Looking at every one go home to sleep for the night.
The scenery was fading now,
Fading into darkness.
Darkness that would soon disappear,
With the now waking moon.
Then, like the sun and the birds,
I too decided to go home,
Go home, and sleep for the night.

-Written by Rhea.B, 2005