Time passes as night blooms

Night Blooms, Day Withers

Time passes as night blooms.
The minutes tick down
until blackness.
The world becomes quiet and
mysterious.
A gloomy presence fills the air.

Time passes as day withers.
The seconds tick down
until the sun descends
below the horizon.
I squint to see the tiny glimpse of light
as it disappears.

Time passed as night bloomed.
The stars gleam in the charcoal sky.
The night critters creep out
from behind the shadows.
Sounds of crickets in the distance.
Fireflies speckle the air.

Time passed as day withered.
The moon shines in place of the sun.
Animals take shelter in their homes
as they vanish for the night.
Everything is peaceful while we sleep
until day blooms.