Grey Night, Benjamin Mui

Grey Night

Benjamin Mui ‘22

The Grey Night creeps above the hill And dashes away the sunbeams That shone across the valley The once golden hills Now fade away into dusk

But the silencing of the crow And slumbering of the rooster Still fail to bring peace and quiet As Night has only begun To reveal her orchestra in concert

So it begins with the clap of thunder And the pitter of the rain Followed by the patter of the prowlers All the while the chirping of the birds Is replaced by the singing of the crickets

The buzz of the tiny lanterns hovering in air Illuminate the groaning trees swaying Their leaves rustle in the frosty gale And fall into the grumbling river Flowing softly across the way

Finally the lone spectator Standing solemnly in the meadow With tears falling in the fields Mourning the death of a rose Wilting among the grass