The light on the hill setting bright colours through the sky,
Into their beds, the children now lie.
The wise, old Eucholiptus tree towers to my right,
All around me the birds taking nest for the night.
The cool wind brushes over me, setting my mind at ease,
Colours of the sunset, set against the cool autumn breeze.
The soft glow of the sun peers behind the white clouds,
Setting the land at rest and destroying the sound.
The trees sway softly, caught in wavy air,
Forever it seems that at the sunset we stare.
The moon now raises over the hills in the far east,
The lalaby of crickets never to be ceased.
The dark sky now holds small and dim stars,
While eyees wonder the sky hoping to see mars.
The owls now perch, the protectors of night,
The dark landscape now replaced by the small towns lights.
The dreams of children are tough and tightly sown,
In a state of their mind, in a world of their own.
When the moon falls over beyond the far west,
Hopefully enough people have gotten their rest.