As The Day Goes On


Moon filtering in
The stars twinkle in night skies
Sun is yet to rise;

Sunlight slowly moves
Beginning the day with light,
Birds begin to sing.

Sun high in the sky
Wind gently rustles the trees,
The day is growing.

The sun falls slowly,
The moon taking over the sky,
Night falls once again.

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