Evening Serenade in the Meadow

The crickets sing their evening tune. A melody beneath the moon. The tall grass

sways, the world feels still. A quiet hush rolls down the

hill. I lay back, let the moment stay. The stars above

light the fading day. Stars over the meadow, shining low.

Whispering secrets only they know. The night's a canvas, painted wide.

I find my peace on this countryside. The fireflies dance in twinkling

pairs. Soft as dreams floating through the air. The creek hums

low, a lullaby. Carried gently 'neath the open sky. Each breath