A New Day With Each Morning
I woke up to a dark and active night, with creatures still stirring. The trees swayed in the breeze, as if dancing, and the silence was enchanting. The night was still and alluring, with the sound of the breeze whistling against the window and the emptiness of the road. The sky was meek and empty, with shadows looming everywhere, marking their territory. But then, as I looked up, I saw the sky turn golden and the shadows disappeared. The morning breeze tamed the trees and the birds of the night retired, while the birds of the day rose with the light. The once enchanting trees became still and I could see cars already on the once-empty road. It was a new day.
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