Colours burning through the sky,
It seems the air's on fire:
Reds and blues and even greens,
A gorgeous morning pyre.
Blending in and blurring lines,
A blurry haze of bright:
Waking up to this, I know,
It is no longer night.
The birds, black dots against the scene,
The trees, adorning parts,
An oh-so-lovely morning sun,
That captures many hearts.
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