The New Day

The sun is shining.
The wind, softly moving.
Plants are slowly blooming.
The moon is creeping in the sky, to start looming.
The stars will be the new light in the night for navigating.
While some embrace this new day, others are hiding.
For they shall shut their eyes in waiting.
In hopes that when they wake, the sun will be welcoming.
Not everyone will see the beauty in each day captivating.
Only sad when they look in the sky and see the other day dominating.
Creatures of the night start thriving.
Creatures of the day start dying.
Because the world is ending.
Ours and everyone's surrounding.
Ripping and tearing.
Never forever shining, but all of us will learn to start adapting.