It's happened everyday,
For work I go on my way,
Leaving a dark and forlorn sky,
Star's in millions do make a try,
Attempting to look nice,
Twinkling with intent to entice,
Like moths to the flame drawn,
Around the sky they hover on,
Like fireflies in a forest,
Move around without rest,
Only to fade away sensing my return,
Knowing that over is their turn,
The impact on the sky they can only watch,
My brilliance they can never match,
The changing hues from the first flush,
From pale to orange to deep red blush,
Shattering the silence of the night,
Birds in chorus sing at the sight,
From slumber life awakening,
Deliriously jumping and running,
With sunrise they say,
Brings hope and a new day.
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