Yes, it's the same

I love the weather when it's dark, Also, I love it when it's clear. I love the trees full of leaves, Also, I love it without green. I love the bright light, Also, I love the darkness sometimes. It's all about the positivity and negativity, Both the things gives me peace, That makes everything same. Yeah, days come when it becomes worse, But the darkness itself helps me to cry, for hiding my pain, and letting me know myself more. Yes, daylight helps me to enjoy the peace, smile a lot, But sometimes both gives me happiness. It's same—everything, It gives me happiness anyways. Yes, the trees full of green motivates me, But trees with only branch tells me, "You are enough for yourself." Maybe I'm wrong, but am also right sometimes. It's okay for you to struggle. In the end, we die in peace. Befriending the day and night, I just found immense pleasure. In case it gives me happiness, I love the bright light, Also, I love the darkness sometimes. It's all about the positivity and negativity, Both the things gives me peace, That makes everything same.