The night has elapsed, the beautiful morning has taken it's position.
As it blows it's fresh and relaxing breeze on the skin of man, showers it's dew on leaves and plants alike,
from it the bright day emanates, with the sun up above the sky, with it's rays piercing through the ozone towards the earth;
from this, the sun sets to bring a thin darkness, as the seconds continue to counts, so, the thickness and density of the darkness increases
finally, there comes another night once again with the moon and it's reflected light from the sun.
From this, a new day is born, and consequently another day is deducted from your life.
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