As the quiet of night
Erupts into sound
And light
And a cool breeze comes in

The roar of wheels on road
The trill of birdsong
The cacophony of toad
As they host a daily party for Sun

The color blue with many a shade
Always the favorite
As the choir and band of morning played
And the stars begin to flee

As lights flicker on aplenty in every home
And animals stir
The sun yawns and begins to roam
Across the sky always her journey