Night's silent whispers, sweet and low,
In quiet hushed tones softly sigh;
Beneath the moonlamp's gentle glow,
Breathless breeze, a lullabye.
Dark velvet shadows cast their shade,
on the sleeping earth serene;
Drowzy elm trees deepest jade,
shush vibrance into muted green.
Exuberant day is noisy bright,
always in the midst of talks;
Preening in the harsh spotlight,
always such a chatterbox.
Day is is laughter, hearty loud,
always open, talking more;
Singing to the cheering crowd,
vying for one more encore.
Are you Day? Or are you Night?
Would you rather be all bright?
Do you dare turn off your sight?
Trusting all will turn out right?
Day and Night are sisters close,
never vying for the light;
For only everybody knows,
the silent power of the Night...
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