After the Sunsets

March 25, 2008
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After the sunsets,
The birds all return to their nest,
And the mothers lay their babies to rest
Nature sits still in its place,
While the cool breeze caresses the childrens smooth face.

After the sunsets,
The cities bright lights awake the streets
And the heavy beats attract the people as they meet
The filthy rich begin to wine and dine in the finest,
Complimenting luxury at its best.

After the sunsets,
Father arrives home, removing his hat and coat.
He lounges in his recliner and retrieves the remote,
And as his loving wife and children give him affection,
He thanks God above the night sky for protection.

After the sunsets,
Nature, the city, and the family all rest at peace.
The day's activities begin to cease.





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