Poem The bright sun sets, yellow and orange in the sky. And the quiet shadows creep, As night falls gently and softly by.

I hear the song of the crickets, they whisper sweetly through the trees. And the flowers close their petals, Waiting for the breezes.

I watch the shimmering stars, They twinkle with a tender glow. And I bask in their beauty, as the moon’s soft light starts to show.

This is my time of dreaming, When silence fills the air. Nature’s symphony surrounds me, And I feel the world is fair.

• Langston Hughes