I.
The day is clear and waiting
In light the world now seen
The sun rises and shines golden rays
On rock and tree and sea
People wake and move the world
Always a place to be
History happens in the day
People with people, on the street
Crowded and jostled and stressed
Dreams are stifled by the day’s demands
The frustrations and works and agendas
The light is cold and shows too brightly
That the day is hard and sad
II.
The shining moon rises over the forest
Reflecting silvery light from the ponds and leaves
A breeze ruffles the green, high grasses
Shadows darken as the moon climbs higher
But man’s fire only is made brighter
An orange flame of warmth creates the mood
It is time for a story, a ballad, a song
The bard readies his tale
Remarking on the cool night air
He spins his song from his memory
For all around to hear
The fairies and elves and dwarves creep to there
The night is the time when all things play
And the mind most ready to believe
Passions are spent and secrets sent
Under the bright starlight that drives the night
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