The Light

The light,
it shines so bright.
Lightens up the darkened night.
It casts shadows on the empty streets.
The birds,
they all retreat,
into their nests,
until the morning comes,
and the sun is bright in the sky.
The sunlight,
oh so warm,
makes everybody cheerful.
Hear the birds sing,
as light is cast upon the morning dew,
and the flowers new.
What a wonderful thing,
the have the light.
To be able to see,
whether day or night.
The light.

This is one of my favourite poems I have written. The day I wrote it was actually a good day for writing for me.