The early bright chased away shadows in its slow rising scintillant song. Very little stars were left in the sky.. The purples and oranges that painted the sky soon turned into atomoshere blue. The dawn-to-dark song was in full bloom.. The lyrics sung about colors the light of the day would award my deep brown eyes. Some of them also spoke of the coming nighttide that was well on its way to catch us all. On eventide I walk up to the hills.. The night slowly makes love to the day and lays her down to sleep.. There I begin to count the stars.. Until there are to many to count.. As there is no moon to shine down on my star parade I clearly see the vault of heaven in all its beautiful cosmic glory.. The night is in full bloom........
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
The early bright chased away shadows in its slow rising scintillant song. Very little stars were left in the sky.. The purples and oranges that painted the sky soon turned into atomoshere blue. The dawn-to-dark song was in full bloom.. The lyrics sung about colors the light of the day would award my deep brown eyes. Some of them also spoke of the coming nighttide that was well on its way to catch us all. On eventide I walk up to the hills.. The night slowly makes love to the day and lays her down to sleep.. There I begin to count the stars.. Until there are to many to count.. As there is no moon to shine down on my star parade I clearly see the vault of heaven in all its beautiful cosmic glory.. The night is in full bloom........
