At dusk I often go out and watch the sun set. It makes streaks of gold, red, and deep orange in the sky, and a mark of black to the east, slowly covering the sky like a dark wave. Day slowly becomes night.
Night has come. The night holds many secrets. Soon the world is silent like a dark, barren desert.
The creatures of the night have come out. Searching, stalking, wandering, prowling they roam the earth.
Hours have come and gone, the darkness is vanishing. Birds are singing. The world is awakening. The sun comes up like a great ball of fire. It is day again.