Song of Night

                                                   Sitting on a mountain top,
                                                   My eyes firmly on the setting Sun,
                                                   Sun is angry at night for its loss,
                                                   Even the mighty loses its gloss.


                                                  Flock of birds returning home,
                                                  There is an absolute calm around,
                                                  But in me there is a deep sound,
                                                  Why in  life  are miseries abound.


                                                 Night comes with its might,
                                                 With no hope of light in sight,
                                                 But inside me there is a might,
                                                 It tells me tomorrow will be bright.


                                                Moon is up in its glory,
                                                It gives me reason not to worry,
                                                Darkness is a time to ponder,
                                                Where all will life make me wonder?