Such A Sight To See Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As the sun slides down,
Behind the trees,
The beautiful orange ball,
Such a sight to see.
The birds go to rest,
From singing all day,
As the crickets, and frogs,
Change the tunes,
To what they play,
A few moments, of calm,
And quiet in between,
At times mother nature,
Can have unstoppable means,
On this Saturday night,
She shares, A beautiful scene.


The Original: Tom Maxwell© 05/20/2023 AD