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 ...?

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