Streams flow while the bridge stands still as the sun drifts down behind the horizon of the soon-to-be night sky. The clouds drift past the sun on their way to their destination in the sky. Colors greet the earth with beauty and splendor, Oh, what a magnificent sight to behold what the Creator has blessed us to see.

The grass has said goodnight to the stream of water passing through to journies unknown while the sun quietly goes down to sleep. Quietly the bridge stands alone waiting and wondering if any visitors will journey through.

The silence is still. The evening turned into night. Not one bird in flight. Not one star to light up the sky, not one butterfly passing by. No walking, or talking from voices to be heard, but stillness surrounds the beautiful sky.

Tomorrow is yet to come to give us a new day, but memories will be made to share every day. Farewell, farewell. Until the new day begins as we are bidding the day goodbye. c.2024