The Sun

The birds have gone and went to sleep
The wolves have come to play
The night is cold and damp
The day's animals yell in pain

Achingly, I wait for the sun
I cannot stand the night
Outside, I can't keep myself warm
For that, I need the light

Before me, I watch the sun rise
My eyes have not yet closed
Morning warmth seeps into my skin
Away the night's bats go

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