The Ups and Downs; Morning Night

Sometimes when the evening comes
And quiets all the world,
When trees drape themselves in shadow
And wind their hanging leaves had twirled,
When the sky is blooming with dark flowers
That seek to wrap up all the sky,
There seems to be a whisper riding
Upon the whirling winds up high,
A whisper of the morning secrets
That promise to come in time
But not many hear the future;
They only hear the climb.