Perspectives can change, and so can time. 

Dear reader, my question to you is this: what is your perspective of time?

Please feel free to fill in the blanks of the poem with your local time. 

It is _____ AM…

and what a comforting time it is

to sit with the silence

to watch the purple blue sky

to be awake at this time

when the sun begins to rise

when the moon has yet to hide 

when the stars have continued to dance 

when the city begins to wake up from a deep somber.

It is _____ AM…

and what a wondrous time it is

to hum along with the hummingbirds

to watch the cobalt blue sky

to be awake at this time

when the sun begins to embrace the sky

when the moon has started to hide (though peeking out at times)

when the stars have almost completed their dance.

It is _____ AM…

and what a buzzing time it is 

to listen to the songs of the morning

to watch the bright blue sky

to be awake at this time

when the sun beams with delight

when the moon is nowhere near sight (though peeking out at times)

when the stars bow down to express their thanks

when the noise outside gets louder than the inside.

And so it goes,

hour after hour,

time after time,

it soon becomes

_____ PM…

and what a fascinating time it is

to sit with the nightlight

to watch the indigo blue sky

to be awake at this time

when the sun begins to set

when the moon has come back into view (a lot of the times)

when the stars get ready for their dance.

It is _____ PM…

and what a comforting thought it is

to know that the moon will shine

to know that the stars will dance

even when you can’t see them. 

To know that it is okay to not know all the answers

to know that the sun will rise

to know that you can try again.