Birds on the wing have vanished, The stillness of the evening hangs Like twilight in a crystal glass Tossed into a blooming haze.
The lilacs stretch their arms, Opening to a world That inhales the scent of earth In earthy, earthy sighs.
The fronds of ferns beat like hearts, Eyes watchful for the dawn,
And the twilight finds its curtains Closing through the whispering leaves.
A tranquil pond reflects the orb, Each wave repeats the stars, And as the night hums its tune, I find the quiet brings me peace.
- T E Lawrence