Submissions by Ag1202

Amid this solemn silence, comes a gentle cry,
As the lonely song of bluebirds fill the crisp air.
And watching from above, stand tall and empty trees
Whose branches bend down low, trying to catch their falling leaves.

The wind lets out a sigh and the leaves start to dance
A slow and steady ballet with an inaudible tune
While the sun sinks down low, taking with her the light,
Encasing everything we know in a darkness known as night.

The soft pale glow of the moon casts eerie shadows on the ground
As the steady hum of crickets sing...