Its beautiful at midnight Unlike the day, When its blinding bright. I look up at the sky Colored in shades of black, Dotted with stars up high. I look at the beauty of the moon, Making me forget That the day will be starting soon. They say the sunrise is ecstatic, I say, ponder into night life It's beauty is magnetic.
A certain darkness is needed to see the stars. And to be honest, darkness can be very beautiful indeed.