When the birds have finished supper
And everything grows still...
There is a hush that's calming,
Then crickets start to trill.
Whippoorwills come crooning.
Owls begin to whoo.
Lampyrids turn on their lights
To flit where e'er they choose.
All is orchestrated
And practiced through the years-
To lullaby God's children
Into changing gears.
The quietude is simple.
Trees blow a gentle breeze.
The earth is settled for the night
As long ago decreed!
~penned by lynn foust
