Frogs that croak and echo loudly,
such a raucous trumpet noise,
in the evening as the breeze soothes –
reflection’s time to be alive.
Crickets singing, chorus playing,
Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,
Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,
bringing evening’s fresh surprises.
Peace envelopes, spirit dances,
as quiet pirouettes to please.
Life bubbles up releasing stresses
as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.
Author – Bill Tidsbury