Analysis of Nightfall on a Caribbean Isle

Sunset of orange, crimson, grey
As shaddows gently fall,
The lulling trade wind's whisper
To fishing boats at bay.

Silhouettes against a red sky,
Tall palms like specters stand
Heedless of the trade winds thrill
They stand as standards high.

And when the evening star lights,
And shadows drape the day,
A wood dove's cooing punctuates
The stillness of the night.

The first dew drops of nightfall
Tread lightly on the grass,
And the chirping crickets twitter
To a whistling frog's call.

As darkening shadows close
The windows of the day,
A cool gentle breeze prevails
As trade winds now repose.