Dusks Song

There's a music to the evening
As the sun dips it's weary head
Far below the horizon and it's
Last rays turn the sky into a canvas
A melody of the breeze as it blows
Cooling now into the coming fall
A rythm of the singing crickets
Each chirp keeping the nights time
A strumming of city sounds
The bars and chords calling out
A light show from each firefly
Perfect counterpoint to the song
Feeling more at home in the dusk
Comfortable with the night
Listening to the dusks song