In the pink and purple and blue of the softly breaking morning
With the awakening of sparkling dew
The sun shoots friendly frolicking rays,
Kissing merrily flowers’ cheeks,
Dancing cheerfully on trees’ tops,
Pinching grass leaves teasingly.
As Day is growing into maturity
Happy carefree rays becoming irritated, frustrated, even bored
Burning playmates spitefully almost into the ground.
Without a single sound,
proudly discarding painful cries coming from the ground.
Slowly Day is dying
Bleeding to death in red and orange hue
Giving up the fight for Light and Love that is due
For lovers to pursue.
Surviving barely, Hope is bringing joyful news to Night -
although Moon and her brilliant shining stars will be leaving her side
she will fall pregnant soon and bare a child -
Tomorrow will be born in pink and purple and blue
A new Day for lovers to pursue
Light and Love and sorrow too.