Dusk has fallen
Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves
Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation
Helped by the gentle breeze
Birds’s lullabies
Happy with their young
Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended
Protectors day and night
Far off mountains
Bluish dark in the distance
A veil of mists masking their peaks
In a game of hide and seek
Below I lay beholding the early stars
Twinkling, eager for a chitchat
Time stands still
Night has descended
Will the morrow come?
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