Now the sun has come and gone
Daylight sings it's dying song
Setting over hills so far
Comes the night of shining stars
Beautiful this world is
Filled with wonder of a kid
Take the seasons as they come
Steady as that rising sun
The world is a thing of grace
Treat it right, we need this place


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.