Deep peace as a blanket descends
pulling night on the edges
With the song of the peepers
resounding in the wood
Listening harder deeper
for the familiar and rare call
Gentle on the wind, a thrill
taking me back to childhood
On a deck, listening deeply
taught by my father
How to listen and call to soul
a talk in the night
Comfort and balm to those
who stand to listen well
Covered in the gentle song of earth
the rhythm within us all
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