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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