Sunset Fields

Slowly as the sun falls below,
To their beds most creatures go.
Silence sets into their mind,
To lay a soul to rest so kind.

Early morn, bright and blue
Wondering what the day will do,
They gather around and see
The sunset fields that be.

Nightly creatures come out to play,
At the ending of each day,
For them this is the greatest joy,
Chasing prey down, like a toy.

In the sunset, amidst the rays,
Lie the truths of many days,
And if you listen oh so near,
Your memories resting you will hear.