Trees put on their nightgowns and nod their heads in rest;
Sleepy river slows its pace, in tranquil stillness dressed.
Sky relinquishes its light, and dons a sober air;
Clouds are wrapped in bedclothes, adopting night-time stare.
Shadows stir and start their prowl as traffic lights cast glows;
Twinkling lampposts stretch and yawn and grab their party clothes.
Moon awakes, and with a grin, takes his night-owl perch;
A role-reversal supervised by watchful eye of Church.