Like a newborn baby.
Upset that it was bothered,
yet subconsciously curious.
Curious to discover the world
for the first time,
not know what it is.
Only to know it's here
for a reason.

When the day is just beginning
to get sunny,
it's like it's a toddler.
Discovering people and places.
Discovering animals,
and full of joy.
Discovering what it is
and who we are.

When the day
is at it's fullest,
it's like a human's happy years.
A teenager, you could say.
Discovering love.
Romance,
happiness.
Happiness . . .

But it can never
last forever.
Eventually, the day
-like people-
gets old . . .
and dreary.
Dark and starts to wither.
Starts to die . .

By night, the day
is already dead.
Not like we mourn it's death or anything.
But after you think about it,
it starts to get . . .
sad almost.
Like you're losing someone
that helps you, a close friend.

As I'm typing this,
the day is already growing weak.
Already getting darker . . .
older.
Already dying.
It's a little depressing.
I've already lost someone close.
My father.

No need to keep
boring you.
With a bit of my philosophy.
I just thought
it would be something . . .
a little interesting (?) perhaps.
Something for you to ponder . . .
Farewell . . .