The Cycle
The wind blows smoothly and the trees dance,
making lovely music with their leaves.
Leaving me completely at peace.
As the night sneaks upon me it brings the knowledge of the universe,
so many stories just waiting to be told.
Though they all dissapear as a new dawn approaches.
The sunrise holds so many different colors,
orange, pink, red, purple.
All of colors slowly turn into blue,
giving me another day.
Once again the wind blows,
making the trees dance.
There is nothing new about this day,
a repeating the cycle all over again.
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