Here is a timely poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar, a black American poet who lived from 1872 to 1906. He died far too young, but left some lovely poetry.
A Summer’s Night
The night is dewy as a maiden’s mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden’s eyes,
Soft as a maiden’s breath the wind that flies
Up from the perfumed bosom of the South.
Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;
And hither hastening, like rakes that roam,
With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,
The fireflies come stagg’ring down the dark.