The sun lifting its heavy head.
The moon putting itself to bed.
A coolness hangs in the morning air,
those stirring this coolness we share.
Some pacing for work to hit the road,
others retired having reached the old.
In a few hours school rings its bell,
day beginning watching as the moon fell,
the night waiting for the sun to fall.
A good morning and day to us all.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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A bright greeting for all this poem starts the day with sun and light. A lovely beginning to another day of life
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