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and darkens the sky
into a thick
black sheet,
allowing the clouds
to hide in ink spilled
on the sky's paper.
Stars gleam a nightlight
for children
scurrying in feilds,
grasping for each tiny lightning bug
to place in a glass jar
of doom.
The sounds of silence;
the world is asleep.
Slowly,
the alarm
awakens the sun.
Stretching its arms of radiance
until it is fully awake,
it is ready for a new day.