The Cycle of the Day
The daybreak sun shines cold through the cloud
A mere shift in wind is all it will take
Above that bright golden orb shines proud
And below the frozen ground begins to bake.
The frost rises as steam forming a gentle mist
Nearby lies a frozen stream, ice cracking in the sun
And as it starts to flow away, they know it will not be missed
Many things will happen; it is clear that the day has begun.
The day is over; the flowers fold and the trees sleep.
A gentle cold chills the bone; a weary sigh from the flowing creek.
As this all happens, you see it and begin to weep,
“Is this the fate of all things? Is life really this weak?”
While life is always held in wavering light
Remember that naught can come without the night.
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Great, great poem!