The Evening

a poem by James Louis A

The evening is coming,
Home the children are running.
The land and the sun has met,
The sky is covered with a red blanket.

Soon the sun will not be,
And there bright moon will be.
The birds are flying home,
No more do they roam.

The birds are in their nest,
And all are at rest.
Soon it will be darkening,
And stars will be sparkling.

Then moon will roam the sky,
And bats start to fly.
But all others are asleep,
In slumber so deep.