The pleasant chillness at break of day
When the black sky turns to colors so gay
Behold the Red ruby stud in the tufts of grey
When the Silver ring slides behind mounds of grey
Sweet little birds wait for the morning ray
Start their daily play in search of prey.
The onset of pleasant chill at close of day
When the blue sky turns to shades of grey
Birds at Dusk nibble the Orange fruit away
Nature's night lamp lights to mark end of day
Nocturnal birds wait for the silver moon ray
Start their daily play in search of prey.
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