I sat and watched as the sun went down,
evening came, dark covered the ground.
I sat and watched as evening fell,
the air clean and clear with a cut grass smell.
The moon came out, new just a sliver,
laying a slim silver path across the river.
I sat and watched as night bloomed in the dark,
and heard in the distance the coyotes bark.
I listened and heard the night come alive,
listened and heard the nights sounds arrive.
I looked up and watched the nights lights flicker on,
as if they rose from the bottom of a blue black pond.
The brightest took their place then slowly more and more,
till they covered the pond from shore to shore.
I sat and I watched as a new night was born,
whose life would last till tomorrows morn.
I sat and I looked though now little could I see,
as the drama of the night lived all about me.
Creatures hunting for food feeling safe in nights cover,
but wary still of being hunted by another.
Such is the trial of life in the wild put to nature's test,
Giving the right of existence to only the best.
I sat in the night blind to it's sights,
holding on to it's sound using them for my lights.
I sat in the night and though I couldn't see,
Looked for peace in the night, looked for peace inside me.
