Nighttime sighs when Daytime breathes.
Day is born and cries in shades of orange
Streaking across the sky.
He grows and scorches the Earth below,
Flames swollen in his glory.
Until he dies.
Day shrivels in bloody crimson,
Purple bruising the swelling night with shadows.
Then Nighttime is born to crickets chirping.
She caresses and soothes the restless Earth,
Relieving the Daytime carnage.
Night holds the Earth against her breast,
Rocks gently with the rolling tides of the sea.
And then she sighs once more.