The night is falling in.
The sun is traded for the moon.
The darkness creeping in.
Sucking daylight from afternoon.
The stars are coming in.
They're breaking through the darkest night.
From their secret hideaway.
Burning lightballs from up high.
The citylights they shine.
But do we want to see their lights?
Polluting what once was.
Nature's way to see the sky.
The night is falling in.
The sun is traded for the moon.
But be quick to see.
Because the morning's coming soon.
Martijn Bosselaar