At first it casts shadows,
that stretch across the land.
But ride on, stay strong,
and glass will turn from sand.
It's midday, and the sun's haze,
makes for laze.
And lonely are the shadows,
that the sun's rays erased.
So there's no time for rest,
just time to play.
Dance while you can,
'fore the day starts to fade.
Arrives does the evening
for the noon can't stay.
And invited are the shadows,
that bring about the shade.
Wait a while, whistle a tune,
the evening too will have to leave soon.
Now in creeps the night,
it's been waiting, and lurking.
And night brings no friends,
just the midnight whirring.
Night's meant to bring sleep,
not recurring dreams.
But a new day's to come,
when midday melts worries.
i love the tone of this one. it kinda makes me feel like im on the inside looking out to fields of wheat and carefree people dancing under the sky and never getting tired just dancing and playing all day and all night.
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