The white sun rises, casting its shadowy light.
The black night twinkles, covered with spots.
The white flies over the sky, wishing to go and yet to stay.
The sky grows darker as day grows near.
The darkness flees, afraid of the yellow star.
Slowly it grows stronger, shoving night away,
Out wits the tired night, over the border,
Over the foreboding horizon.
The day grows stronger, birds’ melodies louder.
The sky, a pale blue,
Dotted with fluffy white clouds.
The sun a golden circle.
Then day fall dawns, to repeat the cycle.
This flows like a river,
Doing the same night and day.
By The Unknown Seeker