Updated: Mar 17
Tall trees sway as the early wind briskly blows.
Dark night fades quickly as the morning light grows.
The sky bleeds rays of Cornflower and fire across the moon.
Crisp cool air whispers reminders of winter, gone soon.
Birds fly into the morning sun's fresh waves
Bending night's shadow, mourning from its grave.
No one sheds a tear for the night's slow death,
As it brings solace with the new day's breath.