as the morn-sprites paint the sky

i can hear the night-specks cry

canvas of indigo cast aside

sublimed by azure in which it hides

as the day acquires its glow

night still puts on its show

for another audience to see

its troupe behind our curtain flees

all stages around the world

feature plays of day-night swirled

while upon one the day-sprites play

our nights feature sparkles on display

morn-sprites paint their portraits

on forest field and fortress

upon land and sea these murals

evernew repeat diurnals

nature keeps her journals

autumnal and vernal

she shows her varied seasons

locked in diaries her reasons

within these many galleries

spoken by torrent and breeze

nature weaves her tapestries

as morn-sprites play upon the trees

About Brad Werner

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