The rise of the sun
comes with a fun
with a wind very strong
the birds make merry with a song
the sun rises from its slumber in a languish
with a stretch and straighten up in anguish
gathers up in a hurry overcoming its tardiness
kisses the darkness with a mild fondness
the brightness comes out in hide and seek
shades of yellow and silver dissipate the bleak
it is but a lovely sight to watch
encourages the one to go with a catch.

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