by Jon Coe

Created on: January 04, 2009

When the sun is setting, with day's end, glow

and our spirit, is satisfied, with all that we, know

When the last ripple, has finally met, it's end

and each tree, has accepted, each bend

When the day is over, and everyone, is home

when our sons and daughters, have no where, to roam

When a fever breaks, and there is someone, to care

like a problem so great, with some body, to share

Before a storm, there is a sickness, at hand

it is most silent, and calm, until it hits land

Like anything else, in this life, that we live

there is calm, before, and after, we, give

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