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The Sinking Sun

The sun sets and sinks below the sea’s rim, 
Hissing and boiling, perhaps it cools within 
The ocean’s waters, embracing the sun as a friend, 
And at last, for us, the day finally ends.  

The sun will sink, and rise again in the morning, 
When we are all awake and done snoring.  
The birds will be singing in the morning sky 
And slowly, without us noticing, time passes by.  

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner passes with glee.  
Mother calls, “It’s time to sleep!” 
The sun has sunk into the sea once more, 
And in the moonlight, the birds’ throats are sore 
From singing all day, from dusk till dawn 
But now we must sleep, like a deer to it’s fawn.  

In the morning, we get up again, 
We hurry next door to see our friends.  
We talk of school and days long since gone 
And we write much, paper rises to a ton.  

Jokes we tell under the late afternoon sky, 
One, two times, we hear a baby cry.  
“Let’s go to the shore, to see the sunset! 
And I’ll reach the our wonderful sea first, I bet!”