It is Nighttime who sets all the world to shade
trees become dark as daytime shadows fade,
leaves whispering as spirits pass them through
longing to glisten in early sunlight’s shining dew;
yet they happily settle for the Moon’s misty rain
until rosy watered Dawn arrives yet again.

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