Night

While the night draws near,

A hand of a painter is seen unclear,

He paints the skies black,

And creatively places glittering Fireflies there,

He plants each fearfully, causing darkness to mute.

This painter then sprinkles wet air,

But even then his painting is not fair,

So with a creators touch, he suspends in the sky a whitish-grey ball;

Which in turn welcomes all beings in daylight rare,

Thus his piece is completed, and finally exposed to all on earth.

Gerry Sikazwe