To the Night
the night is young
full of unwanted sorrow
dark storm clouds roll in
taking away clear view
no birds can sing sweet melodies
nor animal burro in the tree-tops
thunder casts out a dreadful cry
and lightening strikes it's evil wand
across the darkened world
the rain thrashes it's anger
not once or twice, but
through out the night til morn.
when all sorrow lifts it's head
and the sun beams with delight
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