Nighttime In The Country


Cicadas and crickets play their songs

among the silence that surrounds.

A gentle sort of quiet

broken only by nature's sounds.

The sky is endless blackness

stars, the only light.

Like a cloak, it settles over day

and covers it all night.

Scents linger in the air

carried upon a breeze.

The smell of hay and wildflowers

mix with those from tall pine trees.

A rustling of bushes

their branches moving about

could be that of graceful dear

or hungry bears coming out.

Nighttime in the country

is so relaxing and so pure.

With none of the noises that cities have

just a peaceful, serene allure.


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