The Hues of Life

Pink, purple, orange,
Red, yellow and blue.
Only one dear mother
Can hold but every hue.

Her children hold out essences and strive
To keep us breathing to make sure that we're alive.

We hear nurtured birds singing
From trees and fence post tops.
They sing us morning tunes,
After, most do stop.

Once the sun droops
And all the creepers stoop.
We know that it is night,
And mother nature's won this fight...

Won but once again
As another day does end...

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