TrAnSiTiOn

I love the deep darkness of the night,
And yet love the morning light,
But what I love the most of all,
The transition from dim to bright.

The dusky sky,
The sun goes shy,
The veil falls over,
In darkness, giving it cover.

Pitch dark of the space around,
The dark sky seems to meet the dark ground,
The serenity it commands,
Till the morning light lands.

After the deepest of the dark,
Comes the singing of lark,
Tardily the veil lifts,
The shy sun out of it shifts.

Bestows the golden rays so week,
The silver dewdrops they all seek,
They play for time so long,
Dew gets tried, retreat to where they belong.

The fresh morning air the rays feed,
The cold, out of air lead,
The sun sets up its workspace,
The air with extreme heat does it lace.

All this, till dark takes over,
Again to sky, does it provide cover,
This goes on and on,
Everyday comes the dusk and dawn.