NIGHT

The leaves of the mighty trees

Awaiting a good sleep,

After the loneliness of the day;

The turmoil.

The birds give their goodnight chirp

The mother nurturing the babies;

Keeping it safe  under its wings.

There the  city closes its eyes

The street light turning off

The buildings, the power switching off after a bustle of the busy town.

Whether  in the small hut or big monsterous houses,

The young ones pull up their warmth giving bed sheets,

Not missing their goodnight  kiss

Hugging their teddy bears

Here the world goes to sleep

After a day of work and play

After a day of weary living

The city prepares to close its  eyes.

But  I  wonder when God has his round of sleep

Or does He ...?