The Early Bird
Slipping behind the green mountain peaks
An ever changing display
A sight to be treasured, a memory to keep
Slowly fading away
Desert skies put on a dazzling finale
The cloudless sky is ablaze
Then the very last delicate sliver of sunshine
Gathers its golden rays
It shuts its eyes and nods to sleep
The moon comes out to play
And the stars waltz and tango and leap
As the early bird awaits the new day
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