The night is too proud of it’s darkness,
as the stars made it beautiful.
The moon wondered why,
the night is still wonderfull.
Enlightening it’s glory the night proudly said,
“I am the God’s choice to hide everything within me.
Though the arrival of dawn may bring you,
a ray of hope,
but soon the dusk arrives,
I hide all the pain caused by the day.”
Sooner or later, the man still wonders about his presence,
and he relies upon the dusky night,
to become the reason of his absence.
The pride of sun makes the love of tiny little
stars vanish into the sky.
It’s the night who brings them back and
provides them their identity.
Some entities are not meant for the light.
They can only be admired when the hostility of light
is overpowered by the hospitality of darkness.
And there lies the true beauty of night.
