As night-time knocks at the forest door and daylight fades away for sure.
.As the wind rocks the boughs of trees and rustles all the growth of leaves.
As black becomes the cloak of night and animals shelter out of fright.
As midnight spreads its shadowy gloom a blackbird still sings its mournful tune.
Even in the dark there’s some light. Behind a gloominess sky, a star shines bright.
Hope never dies even if concealed within the murkiness of a descending shield.
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