Lady Moon descends to bring the rise of Father Sun
the day being born fresh and young
Miss Mother Nature a new ray of life has begun.
A brisk wind blows with out despair
as untamed energy fills the air.
One quiet unknown begins the tone
of what the new day might bring.
It easies along steadily
with out a stop or a rest
until you feel it at its utmost best.
But as all things must do
it grows old to.
As Father Sun decends to bring the rise of Lady Moon
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