Twilight

Its Twilight
The end of another day.
Night.
Darkness.
But if we did not have night
How would we see the stars?
Or the sun’s brilliant set?
Or its rise?
Dawn always follows dusk.
Time passes
But, somehow,
All time is
Is an illusion of the world spinning round.
With out the sun
And the rain,
How will anything grow?
The say when a door closes,
A window opens,
But you never truley understand,
Until you reach Twilight
The sun is gone
But the midnight sun shines on.