Turning Of The Day
Dark is the moon on a bleak desert night,
Cloaked in cold and shroud,
Whilst the stars are shinging big and bright,
It hides behind a cloud.
The bright white beams are brought up short,
As darkness has its say,
Unsuspecting, it is caught,
On its peaceful little way.
As the sun slides up, the moon slips down,
The dark turns to light once more,
An earthly smile, turned from a dark frown,
Given warmth from deep within the core.
The light shines down, the land grows warm,
The ocean against the beach just laps,
Then bleakness again, a strong cold storm,
A journey into uncharted maps.
The rain rushes in, the wind streams high,
The dirt of the land swept clean,
Nature understands, but man asks why,
The true nature of things not seen.