As sunlight shines out from the barren sky,
I sparkle and glitter as I slowly die.
Drip after drip, I begin to fade away,
Only wishing that I could stay.
As the sun sets, I see the sky turn dark,
Speckles of light shine and spark.
Soon it cools and I grow solid still,
As I wait to be the heats next meal.
The sun rises above the trees,
I watch them all begin dropping their leaves.
By the time it gets to noon,
I will have met my untimely doom.
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