Some paint it as a spiritual half,

Circle across the great beyond,

Some say it’s the day’s end, when we’ve had enough,

Of toil and play and life’s problem pond.

But we know it will set, it happens everyday,

That is life’s experience, whether on land,

Or over an expanse of sea, as though it wants to say,

Time to rest, I am the midpoint grand,

Between time to do and then to sleep.