At fading night, a time comes
When you see one bright little star, left behind
The midnight host of starry night has departed.
The night fades, our world doesn’t wait.
It is the time when you find souls
That are lingering in the shadow of the last star
Singing under the fading sky.
There’s always a Daisy in the Maple forest
A Leprechaun among the Lavender field
A Birch, growing under the Mallorn trees.
To me, all of these are fair,
They are as right as there.
The leaves of the Maple are countless
But a single Daisy, one yellow tiny dot,
Holds my eyes, how is it still there?
The little star is fading, bringing the first ray
Wind run through the forest,
taking the Daisy with it in the sky.
Two tiny yet bright dots travel through time
To their ascribed future.
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