oO-Morning Sun-Oo

The night's calm darkness,
Is washed away with the morning light,
The light strong enough to wake up a highness,
The Sun high in the sky.

The warmth, The light,
It's all here with the Morning Sun.
The joy, the sight,
It's here with the Morning Sun.

Then the sun settles over field and sheep,
The Moon following behind.
And when the Morning light has went to sleep,
The Night and the Moon have come.

poem by Sonia H.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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