The moon steps down off the stage
The birds begin to chirp
They twirl and sing their intro music
For the sun and earth
The sky is glad they love the act
So she smiles and blushes
Showing her emotions to all
The trees begin to wave their hands
For they do love the morning
The sun begins to come on stage
The sky's blushing cheeks
Giving off their hues
And the squirrels call it
The pinks and reds of morning
And the bats think of it as fire
Chasing them back to their caves
And as the sky blushes
Her shadowed dimples cast in purple
Begin to become apparent
And all the world is bright
And joining in the smile of the sky
With singing hearts
And smiling faces
And a gratitude for life
Poem 17 ~ 4/29/2011
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