Night Unto Day

Change is the same as Night to Day. Dark shadows cast about a heavy curtain. Oppressing us, distressing us all, an Ode' to the Woe. Then as gentle as morning dew on a petal, illuminating light shatters the depths of Evening. Fragments become whole, prisms become never ending sheets of iridescent glow. Just as Day dawns into her full glorious splendor. So shall we dawn into our ever changing magnificent selves. For as change settles and evolves into our new normality, our buried sleeping coffin will break open the Earth. Those rusty nails shall creak and scream open. Alas, the fresh new daylight will shine throughout forever time and time anew. Therefore, we shouldn't be worried or ever weary or have stressful contemplation over the next Day shedding unto the Night. Or over any of the future changes or changed. Moreover shall we forget not that as it was and is and will always be. So in our reminiscent we do know. Change is as always a blackened, darkened, obsidian Night unto a wonderfully bright, lustrous, brilliant new Day.