The sun's bright beams devoured moon's rays.

      It's burning tongue drove out the night.

With cheerfulness it clasped the day

     And brought with it the warming light.


The gentle breeze now stirs the trees

     And dances over fields and streams.

Its teasing breath blows washing lines

     And wakes the sleeper from his dreams.


From every door of every town

    Commuters now come into sight,

Whilst, from above, the sun looks down

     On birds who take off in their flight.


We'll welcome sunshine's golden rays,

     Replacing moonlight's gentler beams.

A brand new working day begins

     Far from the world of moonlit dreams.



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By Josie Whitehead

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