Dark clouds gathering
falling unto the earth
flying birds to their nest
running people to rest
Thick dark clouds carrying the twinkling stars
sparkling bright for all
Shinning moon
at his feet gathered children
listening to its tales
Old bamboo chair squeaking
its time to sleep
little children yawning
side frogs croaking
all sounds fly in the air
and caught by night
whose power had laid the children on the mat
the bamboo chair by the wall
croaking frog in its abode
all but night is silent
sitting and waiting patiently for day to come
perhaps he could get some rest
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