TRANSITION

Like a bird, the sun perches on the clouds
Its magnificent rays penetrate through windows and doors
A new day is born
Diverse emotions are drawn
But of two different forms
Many live this day, and many others do not
No one knows his fate, for the morning decides
And everyone might as well be the source of these emotions
Who will laugh?
Who will cry?
And who will the tears be shared for?
All too soon, it’s night
The moon appears, as we get ready for our worst fears
Everyone prepares to go to bed
But who knows what the morning has in stall
For we only know when the day is born