Transition

The time is 7 p.m. – a time most people would think as evening,
Day seems reluctant to let go of her crown,
And endows the earth with a few more moments of light.

Night stands trembling, hesitating,
Waiting for day to depart,
And slowly starts to colour the sky,
With its dark hues.

Sky is in all its splendour,
Wearing different robes,
From glowing yellow to a soft pink,
In a just a few minutes now.

The colours are now deepening,
From a soft, soothing red,
To dark, mysterious mauve,
The stars seem to wake up from their slumber,
Sleepily starting to twinkle,
At last! Night has arrived.