The sparrows were chirping as daylight began to fade,
"Come back, come back home," their mother softly said.
From every direction, the shadows stretched and grew,
The darkness was spreading; the evening sky was blue.

"Don't wander too far from where your mother stays,"
The lizard chirped and clicked, foretelling darker days.
She looked to the hills, hoping to find a sign,
Of the little ones returning before the stars would shine.

The mother called out, "We're here on the nearby hill,
The light is still bright, the day is not yet still."
The goats and the sheep had wandered far away,
She hoped they'd come back before the end of day.

Without the sound of children, the work seems so long,
Without the joyful noise, nothing feels quite strong.
"Oh, children, come back, don't leave me here to fear,
The night is coming fast, and the dark is drawing near."

The sparrows soon returned, they knew it was time,
The goats and the sheep came back in perfect rhyme.
The day turned to night, but they were safe and sound,
Their mother held them close, and peace was all around.

The stars began to twinkle as evening turned to night,
The mother smiled softly, her children by her side.
She knew that they were safe, that all would be alright,
She whispered to the wind, "Stay close, don't leave my sight."

And so the night came, with its silent, gentle breeze,
The children fell asleep beneath the rustling trees.
The mother watched over them, her heart was calm and light,
For they had all returned before the end of night.

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