The night cries

Tomorrow is here to stay,
yesterday is out of the way,
now sits on the side of things,
whistling the tunes the past sings.
Day has covered the nights sky,
dawn leaves the tears from the nights cry.
We ignore it most of the time,
to me, it's a life's kind of crime,
to not notice the passing scenes.
Little dew drops resting on the greens,
the little slips of the hand grips,
the handle, it slowly drips,
dew dropping, moisture amassing,
the tears we're all passing,
as time flows bye,
when the night cries.