Before morning comes to embrace the world
With its light gently climbing the silent sky
Twilight hums in peaceful sleep
Embracing the warmth of the dark midnight
The pale white dress of the moon fades
Slowly she walks around the globe
Each step soft as she turns in dance
Leaving all to admire the course of her robe
Stars twinkle in the eternal abyss above
Countless and colorful to the naked eye
Calm yet full of wrath to touch
Some near and others imperceptibly shy
Cool, soft clouds pace the wind
Like wispy froth swaying upon the glassy sea
Their expressions beautiful of Heaven's moods
Wild and tame, always wandering miles free
The wind itself whistles its calls
For all to beware of its magnificent temper
Crisp or caressing to all in reach
Bringing along warm breezes and ice cold rushes to remember
Prancing through time this circle flows
Endlessly lost in the thought of eternity
Soon the sun will rise beyond the horizon
And all will pass on the lip of memory
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