At the threshold of night and day

The approaching darkness still at bay

Shadows and silhouettes reveal themselves

Before the inky night melts all away

The air thick with the scent of gum trees,

And freshly rained upon soil

Trees agog with the chatter of birds returning

from yet another day of hard toil.

The weary, shaded earth

already in the throes of sleep

The treetops still lit up,

 Ignore the shadows creep

Go home visitor, the place seemed to say

The show’s over, we’re closing our doors

Come back tomorrow

When sunlight again hits the shores.