Late night

It's night now,
 Even the moon does not smile.
 Sun rests after tireless work.
 A black coating on the green leaves,
 They are swaying in the cool  air.
 Why are the birds silent?
 Who knows?
 This poor night,
 Everyone is alone like themselves.
 Someone sleeps and wakes up,
 For the first train in the morning.
 no one sleeps
 without reason.
 Again that sun will wakeup,
 Blood will circulate in the tree,
 Someone will get the first train.
 Two brothers will only work all day,
 thoughts and ideas.