The Day is A Child

If I could, I would sleep all day and wake in the brilliant night

Day expects too much

Day expects grass to be green; the sky to be blue

So intense, so proud the sun, that nothing else can shine

Selfishly casting shadows to anyone who gets in her way

The day is a child wearing a toy crown

Clouds bring tears when the wind blows that crown away.

The night is dazzling and humble

The night is dark so the stars can shine

Moonlight tells the green grass to rest and watch the sparklers burn

The night is a candle and we are the flame that lights it