Clouds and trees

It's that time of day when the sun goes down,
 the moon shines in the sky like a bright, white crown.
The stomachs of us become more and more flat
and so mothers create smells of this and that.
The sky is pink and orange and blue,
the trees are darkened with a shady hue.
It's that time of day when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines in the sky like a bright, white crown.
                                                     
                                                                    -Leah Day