Quelling my angst at the end of the day,
Underneath the stars, away from the fray.
In my little garden, the smell of flowers
Evokes my senses, I'll stay for hours.
Trees softly sing as the wind sways their leaves.
Carelessly moonlight drips down from the eaves.
Overhead, dark clouds, portend soon, a storm.
Rain starts to fall but it's gentle and warm.
Nearby, my house is awash with soft light.
Evenings spent in quiet corners feel right.
Retreating inside, I'm soon off to bed.
Sleep overtakes me, sweet dreams fill my head.
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