The sun is gone, all colors turned to grey,
the last of twilight's fireflies
have slipped away.
The shadows lurk with darkness' languid ease,
they dance like blackened skeletons
around the trees.
Don't look around, look upward to the skies
of sweet and deathless stars
and close your eyes -
The crickets' song, and silvery air of night
keep live a world of music
Live and bright.
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