NightOne can hear the whisper of the nightA subtle soundA guiding lightThe deer’s paws as they hit the groundRustling leaves respond from all aroundA call of natureIt expresses no dangerOne can see the painting of the nightThe dotted starsThe moonlight’s brightA simple canvas, no planes, trains, or carsIlluminating the reach of nature’s mightIn the sky there’s the distant MarsA wondrous nightscapeNot a wound or scrapeOne can hear the desecration of the nightA deafening soundThe animal’s frightMotors screech and trees are downedOne can see the destruction of the nightBulldozers sparGreed’s
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