The skies going crimson red,
Nature calls me to bed,
Once I get fully fed,
I’d lay down my head.
Down goes the sun,
Kissing the earth on the run,
We think it’s so fun,
When the day sleeps as night has
begun.
Whose arrival do we seek?
Once the night is over,
It’s the Sun that comes to peek
And to enlighten us ever!
- Saranya Parthasarathy
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