Nature’s Transition

A warm breeze blows,
Gently swaying
The Morning Glory’s to sleep,
As the sun slowly falls,
Among the royal mountainous range.

The crimson sky
Soon fades to an indigo blue
And one by one,
Stars appear,
Creating a light festival
Of radiant diamonds.

The vivid moon
Casts luminous ribbons
Of gold and silver
Upon the calm waters
Of a near by stream
And the nightingale
Softly sings its sweet song.

 
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