Go to sleep – the sun is on its way
when some old clouds dip orange in the sky.
Before they carry rain they now turn grey
and wait until the day that makes them cry.
The woods lose every light to darkness spreading
when night sounds whisper in the room around.
Animals of the night now leave their bedding
to find new prey either by smell or by a sound.
The day leaves silently and says good-byes
to all the hustles that so need the light,
and when I finally give in and close my eyes
I welcome sleep to live dreams in the night.