Pajaros in the Mornte

Pajaros in the Mornte

The vigil of the dimly lit orb of the night
Is promptly to be again a kind of circadian swan song
Freshly gathered dew drops
Forenoon's ornaments frou the flowers, leaves, and grass
Before the sun will be released from its encierro of the night
Ante meridiem is to approach
While pale moonbeams still linger
From the bel œil of the night
Dancing faintly below compassionate stars
Which lavish as fair bijoux upon the nighttide
From leurs belles yeux
Bandé et inconscient from distance to the happenings below
Refulgently, daybreak is overearly to open anew
And to bid forth bounteous light
The sun shall come out to behold out upon these environs beneath it
Thereupon the morn 'twill faintly wane
And its fluorescence shall be quitted
Burnishing the full day's luminosity
Moreover, burgeoning buds are to burst open
And anew pedals to unfurl
Birds will begin to croon to their heart's content
And make melody from a joie de vivre
And from the gaiety of the new day at hand
In trees and hedges they will perdure
Cock-full of reckless mirth
Wide-eyed and chirpy after their night's repose
Thusly, one knows that the eve has ended
And that the dance of a day has commenced anew

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