It can be amazing,
It can be pure.
Other times,
Dark and sinister.

The green radiates brightly,
Contrasting the brown of the bark,
Sparkling in the light of the sun.

White wisps of cotton,
Lie on the bright blue blanket,
Called the sky.

The golden orb suspended in the middle.
A new day has come,
Leaving behind all the excitement of the past.

The night before brought mystery, love, joy
For once the dark,
Brighter than the light.
If asked to choose...

Yesternight!