Good morning is what I tell the day
Open my arms to catch its rays
But soon unfairly, it melts away,
and puddles into muddles to my dismay.
I soon find myself weeping
into a state of sad and lonely sleeping
And in my dreams
I find it’s shining beams
So I seek it out
Run and shout
Until finally, I find it’s light
Barely glowing in my sight
Hidden like a shadow
Inside a deep and dark sea, nearby some pretty mallow.
Suddenly it speaks, with a voice, so strong yet meek
Asking me to stay away, or reap its keep
Soon I comply, but stay in sight
and see it off, below the quiet speckled night
As its glow fades
Into deeper shades
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