Hush, my love, the day is done. Surrender your trifles to the setting sun. Each dusk must always have its dawn. But right now, let us be still and count the ignited treetops as they give way to the night. Those totems with their tempered might, that stand in darkness as they do in light. Let us learn to inure our hearts like the mighty oak, for the short nights and the long winters. Let us blaze in the sunlight that we soak and let not the wind reduce us to splinters. My love, let us be for the sake of being, and if that being says hush, let us listen. For each day is a lifetime and each moment a lesson. Hush, my love, the day is done. It is time for surrender and sleep.