I wonder why you hide behind the hills and clouds
Shying away from the approaching evening
Letting birds fly in echelon, a farewell calling
Tree reflections on the waters like rags
When bass voiced frogs resumed their songs
Hundreds of vocalists singing, in harmony
The cream coloured clouds melt away
As queer images draw across the skies,
Shepherds call to sheep from the distance,
The day and his entourage have packed up their caravan
And soon the clouds will bury them all in her warm embrace