Activity Tired And Hiding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing into an evening sunset, shadows deepening, life
coming to a standstill as activity becomes tired and is
put away quietly and carefully into cupboards of nothing-
ness.

Breezes gently blowing, clouds floating, beginning to
hide before twilight covers them in darkness, being too
late to be played with in minds of children, imagining
all sorts of animals, people, designs and patterns of
beauty and magnificence in daylight skies only.