A Blood-Red Hue
As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And crystal drops of misty morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, as Dawn's light breaks through.
While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
Night's twinkling stars disappear, right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes come into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake, to bid Night adieu;
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.
Colored clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's artwork, no artist can outdo:
for inspiration; it's Her; they turn to.
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