They choose sides between morning and night,

They like the morning for the light it brings,

But they hate the night that inevitably arrives,

Carrying darkness from its resting place.

 

They are people who secretly fear happiness.

Their laughter slowly comes to a stop,

Right after they begin to realize,

That sadness quietly comes.

 

Between morning and night,

They don’t have to choose which one they like.

They can love the sunlight that morning offers,

And enjoy the night as moonlight softly rises.

 

Life asks not to choose between morning and night,

Both arrive to bring wholeness to the lives we weave.