The lights,
That come during the nights.

The darkness, the sounds,
Hearts of the animals pound.

The whistle of the wind,
Sleeping are the ones who have sinned.

The chirping of the birds become low,
The nights go by ever so slow.

The crickets rhyme,
The enemy is time.

Day and night,
Dark and light.

Stories laying in the sky,
Constellations,
I look up high.

The coming of the blue moon,
Bringing and singing it’s own tune.

The breeze, oh the smell,
This is something I must tell!

The feeling in my heart,
The ending is only a new start!

The owls gliding,
People smiling,
People crying.

In this world there is night and day,
In this world there are people who rest and lay.

People with hearts of gold,
People who are left in the cold.

Goodness,
Sadness.

When will the world
become only one?

With love and hate,
What is the worlds fate?

True love verse pure hate?

Will we ever be one?
Or will we become none?