May Day

They say April showers bring May flowers
like something supernatural with special powers.
I've always wanted to see this being before me
just sitting in a grassy field quiet and still as can be.
And I could approach, carefully not to startle it.
And introduce myself before it stands before me physically fit.
In a simple wave of its hand
it could lauch me clear across the land.
Into a far away ocean or stream,
but in its presence I feel no need to scream.
When you approach your fear leaves you
and you see yourself in its eyes and it does too.
It says "My name is Day,
and I'm never too far away."
"Seek me when you are feeling low,
and I'll take you where you need to go
to feel good and at peace."
The wind blows and it feels like fleece.
It raised its hand to the sky
and said "I must fly,
for his time is coming."
And it flew away humming.
And sure enough, not a moment too soon
came something dressed in black, playing a bassoon.
It walked and did not fly,
for it took its time to pass by.
And it said to me at first sight
"You've met my friend, my name is Night."