The night is bitter and static,
The calm and crisp chirping of crickets breaks the silence,
My cold breath hides in the darkness,
Surrounded by the sharp crackling of branches.
I slip through the night,
Sensing multiple eyes on me,
I quickly move along,
Only looking straight,
I do not know what will come,
Because night is full of intense shocks.
The sun destroys the night,
And the night destroys the day,
A never-ending cycle,
Both with their own surprises.
I see a shadow darker than the night,
Remaining still in the silence,
I return home full of fear,
Knowing that I’m safe.
The next morning the birds sang in the gleaming sunshine,
Each with their own harmonious melody,
All together creating an elegant song like a symphony,
One just as important as the other.
Together they create,
Alone they destroy.
The night and day cannot coincide,
The day creates the night,
And the night destroys the day,
Each necessary for their own existence.