Sunset over my own land will always be a treat,
Neighbors home from work and the road empty,
Me at the top of the field with songbirds flying over
Headed for their roots as the light disappears behind the last ridge,
Fireflies rising out of the deep weeds,
The stars showing themselves in their places,
The veil of day lifting from infinity,
Witness to the recitation of silence.
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