Long after midnight has fallen <br />a hush falls throughout the land <br />as dawn slowly approaches <br />to once more colourize the land. <br />A magic revitalization <br />from millions of miles away. <br />Each petal will unfurl <br />under this magic eye <br />that looks down upon us <br />from beyond the blue sky. <br />Sleepy heads will yawn <br />and awaken with its warmth, <br />as beauty will colour <br />night’s landscape bleak. <br />When the sun nudges the moon to sleep. <br /> <br /> <br />26 March 2010<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-64/
