Wandering Thoughts

I love the silent hour of the night,
When sky grows to darker and deeper shades and take over the light.
Thinking of the good things happen in life and rise,
And drown in blissful dreams that may arise.
Day was brighter and colourful,
Night is calmer and peaceful.
Even the darkest night comes to an end,
And the brighter sun will rise again.
The day is gone, and the night has come,
There brings good dreams and good sleep to come.
Sleep tonight and be well,
There’s another day to come out of shell.