20 Apr. 2018
Poetry
As the night draws near the sky grows dark,
Not a whisper or rustle;
The silver moon glows calmly,
The stars are twinkling diamonds.
As the day draws near the sky shows light,
Morning's birds chirp in the trees;
The sun shines bright at early dawn,
Tis golden rays so soft and warm.
One dark, one light, yet beauty arrays;
One cold, one warm, yet hope they both bring.