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
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