"Sunset In The Forest"
When dark is nigh and the sun goes down, you now can hear the meekest sound.
The light is trickled through the trees, and the wind now lays in gentle breeze.
The birds are rustling in bush and leave, as the day is gone, but we do not grieve.
The dew now blankets all around, and brings forth life from the dryest ground.
The squirrels now scurry fast back home, to rest for tomorrows trees to roam.
A deer passes gently on crunching leave, and this day is gone but we do not grieve.
Within the woods is darkness deep, and many now are fast asleep.
There are bugs that fly and some delight, with love they glow in darkest night.
This day is gone but we do not grieve, as tomorrow comes if you believe.
Written by Bob Wood
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