Weird poems :3

The highlights of the repeating day.

Is anything really new?
The sudden blue,
The light that lights up the sky,
Within the blink of an eye?
Perhaps the modern gleam,
From the sun that is seen.
Just maybe the green leaves that flow,
Or the wind that blows.
Maybe it's all a spiral,
Like the river that runs a mile.
Who are we to know?
The sun's a sudden glow.