And once again the night falls
With it comes the end of all.
Not the end of light of charm
But the light so intense that harm.
The night with light so slight
With no stars and no moonlight.
And wind making leaves to rustle
Flowing so quiet with no hustle.
The night without much of a light
Still the small stars are so bright
Making the valley shine so nice
Spreading the peace for time to rise
And the sky to see with the clouds
Refining its beauty as silver shroud
The night of silver light it is called,
Rejocing and smoothing hearts of all