For Daniel

Softly comes the evening chill
When sun’s warm glow is gone
The day is done, its hours are spent
Yet time still trundles on

The day that was gives way to night
But had it not been born
The evening would be colder still
We never would get warm

And though sun’s heat and light are quenched
The moment it retires
The trees have been both warmed and fed
To build and fuel our fires

The moon can but reflect the sun
The night yearns for the day
But when dusk calls and all is done
We can but love and pray