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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