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The evening dims the light of day,

The moon glows brightly above the world,

The hilltops rest, the mountains lay,

The clouds shine silver, all starlight curled.

Stars peep their golden heads across the sky,

Moonlight casts its sullen webs of light over the ground,

Beaming with a chilling light from way up high,

The day was warm, the night is sound.

Each rainfall ripples in tumbling mirth,

Shadows flow and curl,

Beams flowing gracefully illuminate the Earth,

Flowers’ moonlit petals unfurl.

The sun pokes tentatively over the hills,

Dawn breaks the dead of night

Each darkened space, the sunlight fills.

Now comes the golden time of light.