In the day, she is warm and bright and happy.
As the sun sets, so does her warm and bright and happy.
The night swallows her warm and bright and happy.
She is no longer warm and bright and happy.
She is cold and dark and melancholy.
But then the sun rises, and so does her cold and dark and melancholy.
The sun vapourises her cold and dark and melancholy.
She is warm and bright and happy again.
But the sun will always set.
Just like how it will always rise.
Like the sky, she is.
