Nature In The Reality

On this day you wake up with no sun,
The gay sky is glittered by scattered stars,
This day when the night is radiant,
And the day is the night.

The day it rains not from clouds,
But from the heart of the earth,
The day when wrong is not right,
And the day is the night.

The day you wake up to sleep,
And dream of cycles of tangibles,
The day the held loose feels tight,
The day when the day is the night.