Trees seem just a black silhouette
Against the canvas of the darkening sky.
Dimensional images are gone with distance and perspective.
Perhaps that’s why we fear the night and lose confidence in ourselves.
Longing for the dawn’s early light to see again our way ahead.
Who is it that loves the night to earn his stripes and kill his prey ,
to treat the day as enemy and shun the light to stop its rays.
Beware of him who thinks this way,
who fuels our fear when dusk draws near.
Only one gives light whatever time of day or night
it is him we choose to keep our sight.