From the grass to the treetops,
Worms crawl, wings flap.
From the tip of the beak to the end of the wing,
The break of day the rooster sings.
The orange light the gush of wind,
The end of night birds sing.
The quiet lake now painted yellow,
The sounds of life in the deep and in the shallow.
The wet grass the blooming blossoms,
The falling leaves morning autumn.
From the river to the stream, to the ocean of dreams.
The sound of crickets the sounds of toads,
Alive is nature the more it grows.
The Sun it rises the soft glow,
The pounding noises the land in gold.
Noon passes quick breaths,
But what happens when the sun sets?
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When The Sun Sets 🌞
PoetryThe setting sun the rising moon all that happens from when the sun rises til when it sets
