` br br br br There are days br that songs are stifled br or the throat hoarse and weary br No more do notes glide softly - br raking leaves strewn across br the littered lawn br their butterfly wings br hung up in the wait br for another sunny day. br br There are nights br that stars squander br their luminescence br on unappreciative lovers br roaming listlessly by br a moonlit shore br their brilliant points br curl up in the hope br of another cloudless night. br br There are mornings br that sizzle on the stove br that sparkle sweet tangy-ness br hands clasping across the table br reliving life's love-filled moments br the warmth of the kitchen br reflects fervent esteem br done up in various colours br for each new morning.