Life At Night
Dead of night
Not a thing in sight
But sounds about
Croaking and chirping without a worry
All looks dead but alive
Movement about off the radar
Stars lighting their paths
Water rushing with life
Rustling of grass
Branches waving
Wind blowing
Talking to the night
When the sun comes up
They go to sleep
When the night comes again
It all starts over.
A new night means a new day. One will come then the other.
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