I'm not sure which it is correct anymore.
If the slight red in the sky means the day has died,
Or like a newborn baby begins a new life.
The deafening silence of winter,
The dead of winter.
Contrasted with the first breath of a new day.
Witnessed by few,
The early risers,
The late night workers,
The sleep deprived insomniacs
Skipping mental stones wishing for sleep.
It's late and I cant sleep. So I made this subpar piece.