The sky is dark above the lake.
The drifting clouds their courses take.
They seek a land where dawn is near
For the sun is setting here.
A golden light hides in the trees,
Searching for a place to sleep.
The sky is deep and purple red.
All below it bows its head,
Letting shadows overcome
The closing eyes of bough and branch.

The sky looks down and sees its face
Mirrored in the quiet lake.
Soon a wayward star appears
Before the daylight disappears.
Cattails guided by the breeze
Dance beneath the dreaming trees,
And earth below the purple-red,
Lays her burden ‘neath her head.
The shadows of these silent woods,
Lay peaceful sleep on bough and branch.