As i passed a series of attractive trees,
Oh! What a sight to behold,
The sinking sun was a glorious red,
A sign the day was growing old.
I paused to think,
What a beautiful sight,
The end of a day,
The beginning of night.The sun descending,
Making way for the moon,
A sky of shining stars,
Would arrive very soon.
A repetitive miracle,
Continuous in its purpose,
Amazing in every way,
A gift for each and every one of us.
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Great poem. Sometimes the things we take for granted provide us the most beauty.
SN
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Thanks saturday night,your comment is very muh appreciated
Another awesome work of art. I really like your work.
Brian
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Thank you so much for your very kind words, I really appreciate it.It's really nice to know that someone likes my work! I also like your work a lot!I'll be looking out for more from you!
I love this it's absolutely beautiful and oh so true
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