Night
By Harry Z
Published 16 September 2022
The humid wind blows across my face,
All of nature around me,
The crickets shake,
The frogs croak,
And the trees sway.
The water rushes as if it was late for work,
And the damp ground's heart thuds like a drum,
The blank clouds like whipped cream on top of bubblegum ice cream.
Finally, the sky falls and the black rolls in millions of stars like sprinkles
The owls hoot,
The crickets fall silent,
The frogs stop croaking.
And the birds stop chirping.
Night is upon us.