A Day

The sun rose from east.
I say its first rays.
It trampled all the beasts.
Clearing the forest grays.

The clouds in the morning sky
Sway in the beat of light.
The birds that fly so high
Had lost their very fright.

At noon it strikes its heat
The trees gave their shade.
As wind hurled in every beat
It paved the heat to fade.

Now the run sets to west.
I can see its last rays.
We had the day at best.
Here comes the velvet grays.

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