Riddle #4

She sleeps so fair,
And only God can wake her.
Almost everywhere,
Except where shadows linger.

Once, maybe twice,
As she rises and sets;
Sleeping, doth rise,
Awake, she goes to bed.

Bright and cheery,
She starts her day in light;
Red and misty,
She leaves in red, gold, sight.

I’m sorry it’s been so long. As school progresses, it may get much worse. Also, I am starting to save up for a camera again, so I can start photographing some adventures for you.