The Call of the Loon

The call of the loon
Echoes over the still waters
As the last edge of the sun
Disappears beneath the horizon
A cool breeze rustles the leaves of the trees
And fades into night's stillness
The air cools, soon chill
Day's warmth is gone
A beaver swims, safe in the peace of the evening
And nature's symphony fills the air
Birds trill out silvery notes
To the steady beat of waves lapping against the shore
Sound dies into the night
Until only the call of the loon
Echoes over the still waters