As the sun sets itself,

And the moon starts to rise,

The sound of nature is heard,

Birds sing their final song,

Squirrels scurry in search of food,

The owl prepares himself,

To take his position,

To stand guard over night,

Foxes come out of hiding,

Darkness sets itself in,

The breeze so gentle,

The evening chill is felt,

Cycle of nature,

Created in love,

By the Almighty.