When the earsplitting
Cacophony of night creatures
Dancing and singing in
The meadow retreat.
When waves, like cymbals
Clashing against the rocks,
Halt at last, gray and supine.
I will sleep at last as night
Now sleeps. Even the
Truculent pine tree outside
My window sways drowsily
Releasing its needles,
To night's swarthy slumber.
Lulled by gentle winds
Fingering the tall grasses.
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