The Cricket
there is a sweet calm
throughout the countryside land
twilight is approaching
yet, I see the sounds
nature calling from the wild
crickets sing rhythmic sounds
chirp, chirping, chirping
sounding out in shrill degrees
calming patterns brings me back
walking with nature
prayers in my heart beating
chirping harmony abounds
there is precious calm
enhanced by sweet aromas
chirping precious existence
-Pearl Anderson
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