MY TWILIGHT RENDEZVOUS

I like to find a shady place,
As the sun is going down,
For the eyes of earth are dimming,
And I hear the evening sound.

For then the quiet can be heard,
If you listen for the sound,
The World's a quiet symphony,
There is music all around.

I hear the chirping cricket,
And the cooing of the dove,
I hear the distant traffic,
And a jet plane far above.

And as the earth is cooling,
With just the slightest breeze,
The leaves above me rustle,
Like the breathing of the trees.

The birds that flew about all day,
Are settling in their nest,
For they, like all God's creatures,
Must find a time to rest.

I think the fireflies that go past,
With their bright and shiny lights,
Are there to help their little friends,
That need a light at night.

Sometimes I long for country sounds,
Like the mournful Whip-Poor-Will,
The distant hooting of an owl,
As the daytime sounds are still.

The frogs that croak, down at the pond,
And the cawing of the crow,
And if you listen very close,
You can hear the garden grow.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland