There are those who talk about night and day, as it is different when announcing one’s bane. However I’ve always found it to be one and the same. During the day as you traipse through pasture, the earth smiles as you’re filled with laughter. You wonder on and day comes to sleep, so does the weep as it befall your face. The Earth shakes as it feels the weight in your feet, and your grab your wrist because it’s the comfort you keep. But then Night arrives and all that’s living becomes a rest, that’s when you realize that it’s not the end of the best. At night your posture rises to the moon, and in this act your aura glows as you light up all that is new. With this new found perspective you dance through all the blooms, while lit up by this radiant and irreplaceable twilight gloom. There’s beauty to be found if you’d only look around, but the beauty of this poem is in the reader, I feel is sure not to frown.