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.
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