The Night Is Rather Calm

A car on the roadway a dog barking nearby,
The calmness is profound stars twinkle in the sky,
I feel a peace within on this cool July night
The air has a slight chill and the moon full and bright.

The frogs sing in the pond and in the watery drain
It has been said by some that their songs tell us of rain
And they will sing all night when I'm asleep in bed
I will hear them in my dreams their songs ringing in my head.

Tranquility abound and hardly any breeze,
The brush tail possums call upon the moonlit trees
Their cries sound so harsh the male's mating and territorial call
The big male always win he overpowers the small.

It seems to be Nature's way that the strongest will prevail
That the only one to mate will be the strongest male
That part of him will survive long after he is dead and gone
Through his sons and his grandsons his genes will live on.

The night is rather calm gray clouds like scattered wool
A sky full of twinkling stars the moon is bright and full
Nocturnal creatures out, the hunting red fox cry
And the only man made sound a car on the road nearby.