Evening Comments

Alighting the Sun over the attenuate rock, Slowly silenly the Sun is falling on the beetling lough

The waves that made all the trees wet now calm and quiet. The buzzing bees are lulled to sleep folding their keyed wings. The day falls onto the bosom of night.....////

The waves that made all the trees wet now calm and quiet. The buzzing bees are lulled to sleep folding their keyed wings. The day falls onto the bosom of night.

Alighting the Sun over the attenuate rock, Slowly silenly the Sun is falling on the beetling lough. No man no animal and not a single room visible. The Rocky desert doth spread it's shaky wings, The Sun is underground.