Each day as the sun sinks slowly down in the sky
There's one sound of summer that begins to amplify
The quiet of the day almost magically transforms
Into music . . . into song . . . as if trees are to perform
What is this chatter that takes over the night?
Is it when they wake . . . is it time for them to reunite?
Is there a message . . . for us all to hear
In those echoes, that fill the night just before it will disappear?
We can only imagine, as this too is nature at its best
A short time when we can forget about all the rest!
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