the sky is falling

                                               the sun sets in the west, the climactic ending of another earth day, the glow of the caramel sky settling on the clouds giving them the characteristic of a golden marshmallow floating in a blue oasis of air. each blade of grass glistening in its place, shuttering at the slightest breeze, its feeble limber structure dancing a complex tango with the wind, such a beauty as the sun rests its weary head down on the fiery horizon to the west, a delicacy the sight of this glorious event all to often taken for granted. a shame the average man cant stop to feel this phenomenon, this common cycle, this God created affair with earth, sky, and sun. as this this star falls to position of disappearance an new stage unfolds in its absence, night. as the burning light dims with its last spark of glory finally dies not even an ember, the midnight sun takes its place in this new feat, night. as we lay dormant in slumber a world breathes life, a nocturnal atmosphere flows into the earth. as the sky blackens it lights up a silver glimmer, a faint trickle of light sheds to earth, bleeding the ground white with light almost invisible to the eye not properly adjusted to night, the animal life all to different than the previous hours, the frogs and crickets more present, the cats of the neighborhood creeping through the grass, their eyes shining through the night, with a feeling of safe and security while the dogs and children are fast asleep. the clouds no longer a gold tone but a silvery ash floating with the moon, a backdrop for the stage, the second set for the never ending play of life. and alas the stars fall to place in the sky giving light to the animals giving chase to another, the birds of night preying on young carless rodents and bugs. but as these stars fall to place a new detail formed to the sky, the glow like the twinkle of an eye, spreading accross the galaxies, from big unto small the variety of these stars, stationary to zipping from sky to space, never stopping, a ball of motion never ceasing, passing by all the wonders, clouds of dust and star stretching abroad, each star burst making a path, the milky way gently rolling about space while the nebulas gather more dust. the rain of comets giving the notion of the sky falling. but the moments never last as the sky drains of black and the new sun sparks a breathe of light into the sky, the fading black sky kissing the earth with new light in its place, the grass glistens of the dew gently flowing down the spine of grass, a blood red glow burning the sky up, morning has come, but night never fades, somewhere around the earth...night begins its cycle a new..