Reaching Out

In the fading sunlight, as we walk along
Taking a stroll for some furlong,
We notice the changes in the sky,
Colours blue, white and orange fly,
The day has come to a close.

The trees silence themselves,
And the flowers close down gracefully,
To await the start of another new day.

Nature in all its glory is,
Something one notices at the end of the day.

It's time to take respite
And wait for the morning to dawn.