The Cycle

The daylight releases its gentle hold
Into the waiting  arms of darkness

The warmth of the rays slowly choked out
By the grip of dusk dragged into emptiness

The flowers hold their breath
Leaves stop in vein

Pedals lose their color
Trees embarking in bane

Creatures of night awaken
To stalk their unaware prey

Howls in the distance
The pack having their say

The wind scurries through valleys
The rivers run without sight

The temperature drops, the darkest dark
Happens just before light

Sweat on the foliage
Sunrise peaks through

Another cycle of time
Brings hope anew