As dappled light crawls up the trees,
The sun sets slanting across the seas.
Children murmur in evening play,
Birds chirp goodnight to the day.
Staccato hoots of an early owl,
Cats wander on the prowl.
The breeze stills,
The air chills.
The last tractor rumbles by,
Piano chords through open windows sigh.
Fireflies flash their fairy lights,
Frogs chorus into the night.
Sweet is the summer evening fair,
When life and love and joy do dare,
To accomplish that which no earthly treasure buys,
A truth of loveliness that never dies.