The Pyle Inside

Today the day the dawn came bright and clear,

The start of the most wonderful day of the year.

A valley lies, between two mountainous plains,

A place of beauty and wonder, impossible to explain.

The day in this valley is coming to an end,

But the magic of night is about to begin.

The birds tweet their calls for the promise of tomorrow,

The joy, and the laughter, and the bittersweet sorrow.

The landscape quiets awaiting the night,

And looking to tomorrow with a fresh new sight.

I sit upon a high risen stone,

And enjoy the peace of being alone.

The light grows dim as night comes near,

And the stars are due to soon appear.

The mountains gleam in the sunset glow,

And sunset is the most magical time, you know.

I watch the horizon as the sun dips low,

Beyond the mountains, and the trees below.

As the brook bubbles and my worries fade,

I grin at the wonder of this beautiful glade.

As the flowers dance in the last light of day,

The sun drops fully and fades away.

Now night has come and the stars are to be seen,

The moonlight casts a beautiful gleam.

The grasses sway in the cool night wind,

The branches of the trees slightly rustle and bend.

Fireflies dance in the enchanting sky,

An owl hoots, as it glides by.

And in this place, I sit alone,

Feeling within it the comforts of home.

Being one with nature, the land and the sky,

I let my heart take flight, and fly.