In their abode they are
For dark it is
Stories they tell
Of old days when living happily was life
Laughter ensures
Televisions are on
Children are watching
Volumes are high
It is in the holidays
The air is blowing
A mixture it is
Of both cold and hot
An amazing concoction
Crickets are chirping
The kitchen is airing smoke
Food is being cooked
Outside the birds of airs are quiet
To their nests they have gone
It is grace in action
Only those that evaluate can understand
Creation at its perfection
A system of excellence fluently floating
A time changed from light to dark
It is nighttime
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