Night approaches gradually
As the sea of red spreads across the sky.
The emerald green of the trees
Slowly hide their lustre
As the soft, melting raindrops
Sail down to the earth.

Night approaches wordlessly
As the haze of the sunset
Blinds me.
My mind is drained and
My heart is heavy-
Still I wander along.

Night approaches tenderly,
Wrapping her engulfing arms
Around me,
Hiding me from myself,
Allowing silence to exhale comfortably
As the darkness spreads excitingly.

Upon a fallen tree
I rest for a while.
I am alone,
In this mostly forgotten place.
I’ve been here many times before,
And I’ll return at least one more time.

Lethargically I observe
The modest stream roll down
Towards the canal,
Overflowing with pollutants,
Dying…
Yet every drop strives to exist.

A rustle of leaves,
Encouraged by a travelling breeze,
Slowly raises the tempo
Of this concert.
Steady and enchanting sounds
Take the stage.

I listen,
Amazed and bewildered,
Filled with delight.
Crickets and owls
Fashion choral harmony
That soothes me.

I am here,
Again, alone…
Finally at peace.
Alleviated from grief,
At this source of consolation
I am free from the agitation of my spirit.

The mercy of this place
Keeps me alive,
Giving me the strength to continue.
My heavy heart lightens-
I know that one day
I will remain here.

This place,
Filled with life
And the remnants of death.
The final destination of all.
Comforts me-
Progress rarely changes the graveyard.