Sunrise and Fall

The  sound grows,

Tweeting a cry of joy,
Birds herald the new dawn!
The Sun starts to glow,
Rising high by noon,
After the rise the fall.
The quite echoed.
The light slips slowly away.
We witness a glorious back drop.
Radiant, pulsing almost alive.
The clouds almost tucked,
Dipped in bright red.
It’s like a party,
Tucked in the corner,
This little piece of land.
Time is the main guest.
The World just nips on by