Out in the wilds

the daylight is dying;

the darklight is coming,

and the wind is a-sighing.

Shadows will deepen,

grow darker and soon,

with the quiet starlight,

will come the moon.

The pastures will sleep

and not waken till morn,

when at last the sun rises

and a new day is born.

North Island, New Zealand. Photo by Ginette Pestana