The green tree tops are
Turning yellow as fall arrives
and the invisible moon
Signals longer nights ahead
Blue curtains of sky darken
As one last ray of red light
Reflects off the tall building
Cracked concrete
Reveals green grass growing
Illuminated by yellow street lamps flickering on.
The blue loses its grip on the sky
As darkness cements it’s hold
Until the sun returns
Blazing red, beaming and bright
Bringing a new day
The Lark Ascends 