The Night-time

When the dawns about to fall,

And the sky hits the twilight

And a gradient palate of colors,

Flatters round the sunlight

When the birds fly in circles,

Above the headlines

And the noises from the neighbors,

Fills the silent night

When the chirping of the little crics',

Flows with the wind in the sky 

And the dancing of the little trees,

Ends the show of the falling night 

That's when those with the moody head,

Slip into their comfort line

And while enjoying a cup of tea,

Fall in love with the nighttime.