The darkness turns to light
then once again, the day will turn to night.
The sun continues to provide life,
while the moon prefers control of tide.
The air we breath we cannot see,
yet it is there so that we may be.
When I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
So that when awake I won't miss
a single detail my heavenly father sent.
For with each breath lies endless possibilities
and the hope for future opportunities.
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