When the light sinks down to liquid gold And the monsoon clouds reflect the sight; When the birds and beasts return to their fold And there approaches the dark of the night…

The barbed wire, the weeds, they keep the jungle out; Within their encirclement sits Man… But still beyond the barriers his mind roams all about As he seeks to find the answers that he can.

The mind calms; the heart’s content; now fails the light; Sweet are the gentle joys at end of day; Wonderstruck with all that was seen till night, Homewards we wend our pleasantly weary way.

Wish I could share the peace of the evening a little better…words are lovely, but often inadequate.