Day
A world of quiet as darkness runs,
Stars escape and color comes
Soft breeze feels like a fine cool drink,
Dew teases eyes with the light morning wink
Brilliant she rises over the east,
Waking the world from great to the least
Driving the singers each from his nest,
While chasing the pitch from east to the west
Their songs a reveille, greeting the day,
Soon lost in the noise as the world has its say
Busy not hearing the world grinds along,
Working and playing, ignoring their song
While she travels her circle which no one can stop,
And over horizon soon starts to drop
All tire and pause as she fades in the west,
And paints living canvas each moment seems best
The world grows quiet as darkness comes,
Stars come out and color runs
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