:At the end of the day when there is peace all around
In the sky a splash of orangey applies
A slight rustle from the trees from winds that blow
And the criket sing in his familiar sound perfect peace is found
The tall trees almost touch the sky and gently sway
And darkness begins to fall and birds sing
I sit and watch Gods wonderful creation
I look up to the sky and to God I pray
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