Its late afternoon, in the forest glade.
The last rays of day are sliding in before they fade away.
The insects and the mouse at play,
Know its time for heading home.
The gleaming light is comforting, so they hesitate,
wanting instead to wait erstwhile.
Another day is end.
Their life is short, as lives do go.
they value them so well.
We could learn a lesson there.
Save each day like treasures, in this place, we dwell.
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