Grow

See the sun going down golden glory sighing lone time for his existence to be known for when he leaves the others cry: O light that shines, don't show then hide for we are hungry to survive your golden fingers; Midas touch leave not solid, but warm and lush how could our aloe leaves than sooth If you just come to surely move Yet the sun keeps slowing thrown and peers to those who blow their moan just smiles with eyes of lion sight and blast his rays with all his might; his last goodbye before he goes and whispers to those what they should know: In the night there's much to fear of odd creatures and noises ***** but the moon will glow her stories and luminate her lullabies so bud your heads and clover in sleep For in the night you grow and have the day to sweep