Night Fall

November 3, 2022

I made friends with the moon, he's always there for me.

The stars are my sisters, the planets are my brothers, the sun is my sworn enemy.

The crickets chirp loudly, the lightning bugs shine proudly,

and I lay down with the trees.

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