Tree frogs
Have started their song
In the woods along the trail

The watercolored ridges
Spill over with fuchsia

Creeping phlox
Like waterfalls of pink
Flowing across the rocks

The sound of wind chimes
Adds to the serenity
On a front porch swing
Softly rocking

As the lids of the world
Close, for one more night
The sun blinks
And it's gone
Behind a hill
I imagine, I am the first one
To see it depart
For these hills, that God made
Protect me, from a flat
Good-bye