VANISH WITH THE MORNING LIGHT

Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.
With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.

Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.
With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.