Some view the horizon as a
Beginning,
While others see the
End.
But, the horizon line,
A resting and rising place
For the sun,
Is both.
As the sun peeks shyly at the world,
Revealing silvery drops of dew
Scattered by the stars as proof of night,
The horizon protects it from harm.
When it shines with enough radiance
That sunflowers turn to face it,
The horizon is close behind,
Watching.
Thus, the beginning of day,
But the ending of night.
But as the day draws to a close,
The shining figure
Creeps
Back behind its horizon,
Which has been watching proudly.
The horizon tucks it in tight and
The night animals come out
To frolic and
Adventure.
Thus, the ending of day,
But the beginning of night.
As the sunset dawns,
A page is turned.
With the sunrise,
A chapter is closed.
Time for the next to begin.
Written by: Megan
