The birth of shadows is a sight to behold.

The books rest upon the windows ledge,
tomes of knowledge and entertainment once lovingly read.

Now they sit, waiting for passersby,
to grace their pages once again, with a new pair of eyes.

You can feel the soft wind, on the naked skin.

The breeze is full, of the scents of spring.

The flowers bloom, along this lonely road.

The branches wave, as the colours explode.

A moment of beauty, a moment of calm.

This quiet moment, is a soul’s balm.

In the whispers of the soft ocean breeze,
the sand ghosts guard the beach with ease.
Their stories told in silent sighs,
beneath the endless darkened skies.

The people have left, the noise subsides,
as the water laps due to the relentless tides.
The night is a time for rest and respite,
as tomorrow will return the screams of human delight.