The Sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire, And since morn, it's gone up higher. The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky, And feathered friends flitted high. The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away, As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day. The buds close and so do some eyes, the town's all lighted now. The moon makes dark, contrary to the Sun. The day's over and yet the Sun will approach, To convey another dynamic day. Twinkling were the stars, And the bluish beam from the mesmerising moon. The divinity has considerably calmed down, for the waspish warmth decreases! Awaken like the stars, was the town from siesta! The Sun had now gone black. The bluish beam lingered again and awaken were the stars. The Sun sparked off to set now, Downwards and downwards, seemed like a yellow bowl. The Sun departed and the ambience changed, The Sun and stars rearranged. Everything and anything, everyone and anyone, Is scorched and sweltered! Felt as though the powers above are in wrath, Uttering curses through this waspish warmth. The tree's considerate canopy is a parasol, But the daylight reflects its hazy hue. The sun's all up, barbarous like a ferocious fire. The town's all yellow and ablaze, After the dismal discordant night. Wrapped up in ethereal liberal light, The stars in deep dry slumber. Clouds, as if a featherbed, With scarlet outlines of the sun's rays. The sun raised in the cerulean skilful sky. The first scarlet rays opened the beautiful buds, And the rest that shadowed opened my eyes. The sun rose up like an incensed inferno. A bluish beam lingered in the air, But something amidst the bluish beam, Let out farrago fervour of euphoria.
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