A World of His Creation
The sun crosses the dividing line
Stars begin to peek out from their hiding places
The blue skies begin to turn
Dark azure clouds drift past a golden sky
An amber world lives for a brief moment
Then it fades as did the light before
Birds fall silent as they flock to the pleasure of sleep
The waves which crashed all day
Smoothing into a sheet of glass without a ripple
The stars make the trek they have made for a billion years
Without a sound
All is silent, all is peaceful
This world sleeps as the sun graces other lands
The only sound is the voice of God giving His blessings
To a sleeping world of His creation
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