Soft breezes blow through the trees
Sun has set coloring the island mellow
Gone to bed are the buzzing bees
They won't come out till their world is yellow

Will yellow be the color of tomorrow?
Or perhaps grey with strong winds that blow
Then a raincoat I may have to borrow
The bees will miss the sun's warm glow

The sand is warm beneath my feet
Warmed by the golden orb above
A silver orb nods as they meet
Moon changes places with sun with love

Now island is darkened so all may sleep
Except for the night light, the moon
Now awakened are the insects that creep
Hoping morning doesn't come soon

And the owl with sharpened sight
Hoping, looking for a meal of mice
For mice also are awake at night
And a meal of mice would be nice

I wander the darkling shore till dawn
Though moon is still in her place
And then moon is suddenly gone
And Mr. sun takes her place.

So yellow will be the color of today
The night creatures have gone to bed
The bees awaken to their fragrant bouquet
And I go home to get jam and bread

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February 25, 2008

Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria