Hourglass

At dusk,
the birds quiet,
and the trees
still, like statues, 

stars appear through
the clouds like
little pieces of
silver confetti.

The moon rises,
casting its light
onto the 
sleeping land.

Water ripples across
lakes of stone, 
with the moon 
reflecting off 
the smooth surface. 

The humans slumber
as the moon
flies across the 
land of sand. 

Time flies by
and slips through 
many hands.