Walking down the streets at night

The sun once blazing is out of sight.

The twisted paths lead to the park

It's so relaxing to walk in the dark.

The squeaking swings that once were loud

Now sit still without a sound.

The winding slides and rails so bright

Now look dull in the evening light.

Calmly the crickets chirp

Their song interrupted by the water's slurp.

The nearby creek is humming lively,

matching the crickets very timely.

The rising sun soon shines bright

The sky is filling with gradient light

And that, my friends, is the end of the night.