The Forest Path

 Darkness clouds the evening sky,
 Its crimson hues concealed;
 With patience true the moon does shine,
 Its brilliance to reveal.
 The forest is alive with sounds,
  Of creatures of the night;
  Birds and beasts, their kin abound,
  To join the revelry in moonlight.
  The path that moves in winding ways,
  The forest to divide;
   Is stark and lonesome night and day,
   In silence does abide.