Palms sway
Back and Forth
In the breeze
Listening to the voice of the wind

The sky is grim 
The moon hidden
Clouds shield  the stars
Leaving the world under its shadow

Lights shining bright
Glow orange in the night
Lighting a path for all
Who tread

Crickets are singing
Their voices so beautiful
So soothing
Luring you to slumber

Tick, Tock
Goes the clock
Never stopping to rest
Never taking a break

The wind crackles
Moving through the brambles
Dancing with the branches
Twirling higher and higher

It seems so silent
But silence is absent
From this world
For this is the night

The End

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