Bring To A Close

Bring to a close the evening sun
Nestled high above the clouds
Your hand stretches out to touch it
You turn its golden globe orb
Stand back and watch it glide down ever slowly.
Watch it sink below the clouds.
The rays dim the sky as darkness draws near.
You pluck the moon from its morning sleep.
Setting it high to where the sun now gone from sight.
Your job is done;
You rest until the time is needed for the sun to rise again.

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