Fall rains, trees dropping
Their cloak of leaves to the ground
Leaving themselves bare.
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Fall rains, trees dropping
Their cloak of leaves to the ground
Leaving themselves bare.
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At night, a train calls,
whistle blows, somewhere far away,
Before that, taps, from the Army base,
signals end of day,
highway noise as background sound
gets louder when it rains,
and insects in October
still chirp the night away.
Here, standing,
between Earth and Heaven,
the Darkness envelops your being,
blends worlds unknown above and below,
with flickers of light to guide you.
At once, you know you are never alone,
and there is nothing to fear.
The Universe is a ribbon of light,
and you are a part of it.