As my thoughts mellowed under the coming shadow of the night a subtle voice penetrated the dark walls of my senses.
I heard the faint songs of swollen birds receding to their safe caverns from the coming darkness.
The shadows of those glorious trees that bedeck its earthen mould stretched towards the firmament were thus faded to the hue of the pastures below.
Clouds now thinly stretched across the dim light skies had lesser rays to hide.
Alas! I saw a bird flying high above the coming of mortal pleasures!
Past memories lost their taste, harder now to grasp, as those doors of our private treasures closed to prepare our houses for something new.