Night
As the sun sets behind silver mountains
And the moon rises over a golden plain,
The doves put their young to bed
And the owl who's his lonely call, his life waning
A waterfall falls silver over rocks,
Smooth and shiny with the erosion of time.
A tree stands alone, weeping willow
And a child sits below saying "all this is mine"
An eagle calls out in the lonely dusk
Circling the tree and waterfall below.
The moon moves across the night sky
And soon begins to set the plains aglow
As the moon sets behind golden mountains
And the sun rises above a silver plain
The owl puts himself to bed,
And the dove coos her call, her life just beginning