The sun peeked from behind the rolling hills

If the day were to come then night had to fall so the dark skies left and the stars faded

The sun hit the river glistening into my eyes taking the dark from the sky

The sky started to glisten with a soft pastel blue

It rose bit by bit from behind the tree-ridden hills

It looked as if the day to come would scorch the lush green grass

The wind softly blew through making the bush sing a song

The sun being too bright to stare at caused my sight to go blind

Thank god for that, the day made me sick

GOODBYE NIGHT