Darkness covers like a blanket,
Stars twinkle in the sky;
Waves lap at the unseen shore,
As gulls unseen fly.
A faint glow lightens the horizon,
Clouds become tinged with pink;
The brightness of the stars fade,
As the moon begins to sink.
The sky is cracked with gold,
And pink becomes smeared with red;
The land begins to take shape,
As the stars head off to bed.
Then the sun blazes forth,
As if responding to a cue;
Dawn has broken forth once more,
With a painters pallets hues.
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