Untitled, As of yet

The winter sun descending,
Hiding behind the despoiled trees.
Daylight’s glow is ending,
The darkness comes to appease.

But the twilight does not dismiss,
The rare beauty that nature emits.
And Reed’s croon their fondness and bliss,
Oh, how humbling creation is.

What a wondrous world we live in.

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