I love the quiet of the night
When only little crickets sing

In unison with the gentle breeze
As leaves in trees go clapping

Their way to render praise to these
While flying bats go passing

Flapping wings in harmony
A soothing concert... before morning.

Cynthia BuhainBaello

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