Evening
Oceanator
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Listen to the voices
Listen to the wind
The Moon shines down
Through the trees at night didn’t even know
It was full
Listen to the cicadas
Listen to their wings
They shed their skins covering everything
Don’t know where trees end and they begin
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Listen to the trees creak
As they settle down for bed
Their canopies swaying in the breeze
Sky fades to black from red