When it all settles down
And day winds to a close
The time to relax is at hand.
The shadows walk long,
And the lark sings its song
As the sunlight sinks into the sand.
The world is at peace.
The resting begins.
Oblivion washes our eyes.
And somewhere out there
A mournful refrain to the moon
As it climbs in the skies.
Peace settles over.
The night becomes stilled.
The hustle and bustle? No more.
The massive hysteria born by the
day
Washes softly upon evening's shore.
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