The gray, white, fluffy clouds

hang low in the baby blue sky.

The constant moon glows, and shines,

high overhead.

The trees bursting with buds

incline this way and that,

like a pregnant woman ready to give birth.

The bunny rabbit scurries

under the dark olive bush

wagging its white cotton tail.

The street light ignites

suddenly above,

And the sun sets in the West,

on a horizon of many reds.

The clouds

linger in the darkened sky

and the day light goes to bed.

By TiffanyCreek