Poetry - Dusk Chorus

The birds sing their songs of sleep,
distance traffic's rolling beat.
A warning bark sets to flight,
all that's nearing now to night.


Slowly in the dark clouds roll,
pushing on the sprays of gold.
 Drooping flowers nod to sleep
 echoes of this day they keep.


A pheasant calls to birds in flight,
 wishing all a warm good night.
 The feather chorus stills the dusk
 imparts to all an age old trust.


Nature's rhythms never still
 day to day it will fulfil.
 Life continues in the round,
 up above and underground.