so this is a poem that me and my two group members came up with..
When is a day not a day?
When life is the day in the life.
The morning brings laughter and play.
Like summery sunshine swallowing strife.
The midday fraught with danger
Animals at every turn
Deep in the dark dense forest
Confusion sets in like thunder.
The end of the day is dark
And trees no longer stand except with help.
Creaking and moaning, propped on sticks
The day is ending.
Clouds go cold and gray as darkness surrounds.
For some, the night is just the beginning.
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