THE EVENING

When the sun sets, spreading a colourful tint,
And the birds return to their cosy nests,
And weary people make their way back home,
The day ends with nature at its best.

When the crickets chirp around merrily,
And garden sheds, mosquitoes infest,
And lizards scurry for flies, here and there,
The day ends with nature at its best.

When kids tuck in their soft beds,
And the moon begins its pearl-white fest,
And tides rise high at the beach,
The day ends with nature at its best.

When men forget their debits and credits,
And women leave behind gossip and jest,
And the atmosphere winds up peacefully,
Thats when the day ends, with nature at its best.