Descending daylight,
Sky splashed in vibrant colors,
Like firework displays.
The birds grow silent,
Cicadas take up the song,
I don’t know the words.
The smell of dinner,
Somewhere in the far distance,
Children are called home.
A flutter of cards,
The raw rush of excitement,
Somebody chuckles.
Grass retains some warmth,
Remembering the sunlight,
Eagerly waiting.
Light nestles in night,
It’s time to go back inside,
Cannot help but yawn.
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