It's Called Life

"It fairly begins
with the rising of the sun.
The air will then start to breathe,
the leaves rustling to the swaying of the
trees.
And the birds excitedly singing
the sound of the Earth.

It's called life as we know it.

But it doesn't end with
the setting of the sun;
the shining of the moon;
nor the pirouetting of stars.

It's called life as we know it.

And tomorrow becomes another story..."

Reviews

[angel]

This is rather nice.
I like, especially, the phrase, 'the pirouetting of stars.'
That is a lovely, poetic image.