Life of a day

[Forestdawn]

The constant chattering from the backyards, 
the sidewalks, 
and the alleyways
grows tentatively along the day,
reaches climax before sunset, 
and dies
into the somber evening.

Greeting Alexearth:
I really enjoyed the uniqueness of this poem.It's very straightforward and written well. although may I make a small suggestion? I believe the ending would sound a lot less final if instead of saying, "and dies into a somber evening" you could say: and recedes into a somber evening. because in knowing that on the morrow it returns to the noisy existence. whatcha think? An overall great poem.