Night
Chris, Age 13, Phoenix, AZ
                      The day has gone taking the sun with it.
I sit at my window
Waiting for the moon to be lit.
All is quiet, all is still
The moon finally comes
Slowly rising over the hill.
The pitch black turns into a glowing glaze.
I stare at the waving trees,
The dark branches flow in many different ways.
This is evening, this is night,
Enjoy this time, enjoy this sight.
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