POST_322 THE DUSK
The SUN Dips Down at the "HORIZON" The Birds Begin to fly back to their Nests The Flowers Droop Down The CRICKETS Snuggle Down The "BUSTLE" Of The Day Slowly Fades Away The "SUBTLE SILENCE" Envelops it All It's The "Beginning of NIGHT FALL" Every thing Is Shrouded by the "Still Darkness" of the Quiet Night Nothing is in "Sight" Children's Laughter die down Back to their "Smug Warm Beds" They Look Forward to "TASTE The BROWN TOAST" The Next day of the" SUN SHINING BRIGHT MORN"