The locusts were singing a serenade up in the trees,
as the setting sun was making gold upon the leaves,
the wild cherry tree that grew up with the pines,
had sweet ripeness of berries hanging on the vines,
then the bloom of a red rose came across my eyes,
as the sun was leaving a blanket of orange and red dyes,
with the night saying hello and day saying goodbye
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