The sun sets, the moon comes.
The leaves fall, and the branches climb.
Into the shadows, nature dances
clear in black, still or in motion.
The night awakens, the hour its alarm.
Its eyes open, as two tiny stars.
It walks the land, keeping its watch.
A breeze, a fear, and a comfort in its grasp.
The light begins to change, colors begin to rise.
The escaped night, begins to hide.
The sun raised, the skies are bright
The world wakes, the streets fill
The chills are gone, children play.
That was night and this is day.
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