Evolution of Night and Day.

Twigs and stems blanket the beautifully adorn. But with age and time, the carpet and curtains are torn. We get up to face the morning light. The sunshine burns bright. It echoes through your skin and eyes. Waiting for the tear that dries. So, we wait for this to clear. And sit still until there's nothing to fear. Toasting to the dangerously mad. Praying for the depression of the sad. Eclipsing the moon with our binds. And even though it's torn, the curtain becomes our blinds. Hindering us from the harsh glow. From the summer's heating blow. Here in our cabin of Earth. Here is where our imaginations are given birth. To the minds of the smart. And the diseased forms of art. Twigs and stems blend with the beautifully adorn. And no longer is the curtain torn.