Evening by Renee Levinson
Evening descends slowly upon the wilted grass,
Encompassing all within the reach of it's icy breath,
A stillness washes over, a silence grabs hold,
The heart skips a beat for fear of what is yet to come.

A full moon, paints all silver and blue,
Stars in the heavens, bright as the day they were born,
A peace washes over, a cool breeze grabs hold,
Relief smiles upon the creatures and their comforts.

A cricket plays his fiddle,
An Owl sings it's lyrical melody,
The sound of night permeates throughout the pastures,
Revealing life, in all it's splendor.

This is the place where dreams are born,
Nutured, shaped, pursued, and lost,
It is where we come from,
It is our mother earth, it is home.

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Copyright(c)1998 Renee Levinson