Eventide Song Poem by Michael Nkwocha

Roses are fading, the grasses too
the winter's frost, the springtime flowers
all as though they never were.
The sky, bright and blue
in the splendour of the sun
the star-filled night
in the gentle beam of the moon.
Lo! 'tis as though they never were.
Where! the moonlight stories?
Where! the hearty cheers over a table?
Where! the leisure-listening
to the sweet melodies from the tree top
those melodies that once echoed
through mountains, hills and valleys?
Lo! all is calm.
Fantasies are laid to rest, never more to wake
the eternal dawn approaches
and a new song begins
'tis an eventide song.