Mosquitoes buzz around
I’d rather them in the ground
The sun has hid from view
As I sit and write to you
Bird song fills the air
Joy for the night not despair
Trees bend as the wind blows
Longer now grow the shadows
The temperature drops as the day ends
And light to darkness now descends
I have spent my time with dusk today
Now that night has ended my day
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