Sunshine Awakens Beauty

Night shrouds the beauty of the day;

blossoms closed against the nights decay.

Spirits move about endlessly searching,

while sleeping flowers are resting.

Darkness encompasses like the arms about a friend,
ensures the most basic need of desire without end.

To wayward night creatures darting to and fro,
a sense that bounty is near for those that glow.

Power of sunlight held deeply within flowers,
bugs alight but the visit is unnoticed by powers;
heralding only to the Sun whose breath is a blessing.

Like the Night and the creatures against which the flower
endured was but an interlude, a testing.

Poetry Thursday

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