Night

A red sun sets behind the clouds
Everything is masked in black.
Earth stands still, everything sleeps
Until morning comes back.

Morning comes too early, though
Without it life could not be.
Bustling, hustling, through daily routines
We prepare for the day that is coming.

At afternoon we stop to rest
The sun is still in the sky.
Heading home from work or school
To wait once again for night.

The sun again sets behind the clouds
Another day is done.
Safe in bed we say this prayer:
"Lord, bless the morning to come."