When Mother Nature sends out a yawn
In the forest, a
rustle, a fawn
As bats awake at the
last rays of intense light
The moon takes her
place in the midst of the night
She jumps the clouds
higher, higher rising in the sky
Ascending through
the silver fairies of night as they fly
The fairies of night
fly around and around
Illuminating their
auras against what they surround
Bringing dawn along
with them
And an aroused sun
shining bright like a gem
As Mother Nature
catches her breath
She stops at the
viewing of the glorious light
A light that even
stops death
One that had great
might
As the birds start
to chirp at the last rays of gentle white
The sun takes his
place and becomes the center of the light
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