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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