When we hear

the gentle sounds…

and Summer tells

the time of day…

Cicadas and tree frogs

their songs do swell,

singing and charming

with their tales.

Tinkling water

running by…

flowing smoothly

as we sigh.

Into morning,

from the dawn,

on to eventide

from Sun’s nigh.

Cooling, soothing

light does fade,

as the night noise

joins the parade.