within the hour, sun will slip
below trees’ ruffled edge
and froggy songs exuberant
hold court on center stage.
woods and lake commune in joy
as day’s light softly fades
through oaken leaves reflected there
in still water’s patient gaze.
paradise exacts a price
its beauty never owned
only borrowed for the briefest time
when evening light turns gold.
peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 