Nothing.
Nothing against the dark night sky.
Nothing besides the luminescence of the full moon,
Casting it's dreary light upon night creatures,
Causing shadows to frolic endlessly.
Slowly, colors of the night sky change,
Into bright reda and oranges,
Causing flowers to reopen.
Letting in the good air,
And out with the bad.
Nothing, now, but the constant sun,
And all it casts a shadow from.
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