Summer’s here when night falls slowly
O’er a long extended dusk.
As the sun begins its journey,
Westward down into the sea.
Birds begin their homeward journey
Squawking crows’ shrill cacophony
Children gather balls and playthings
Wrapping up their busy day.
Cars rush by through orange signals
Homeward to their families
The air is still
And hot and muggy
April still has yet to come.
But the summer night falls slowly
Street lights come on one by one;
Gradually the dark sky twinkles
Stars and planets burnished bright
Towers rise like half lit candles
Reaching to a darkened sky
And the summer night fall gently
Wraps the world in its embrace.
Twenty- five Seven 
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