Poem – The Day and the Night

The lily tips its head as the sun slowly sinks.
Loss of innocence and love stands at the brink.
The ending of the day becomes the beginning of night.
And in the end, it will all be all right.

Because these cycles play in and out of our day.
No mind has the power to alter or sway.
What tomorrow will bring or what may come.
There is no need to worry, rush, or run.

Because in the darkness flowers still bloom.
They sing to the quiet and call to the moon.
The creatures of the night listen and dance to their song.
Because the day and the night both have a place they belong.
~Suzanne Wagner~