The beauty of night compared to day
Will make some wonder, make some say
Which is better, day or night?
Then they'll try with all their might
To descern the best of the two,
The stary night, or the morning dew
But try with all their soul and heart
They shall never take apart
The rising sun, from the rising moon
For both seem to end too soon
So ask philosophers to ponder on
Which is better, dusk or dawn?
But they cannot say which one is better
For there is not one without the other
They are together, one and all
They are the same, like Spring and Fall
But if they complete this amazing task
They'll get wine poured in a flask
Yet try with all their strength and will
That empty space, they'll never fill
For if they remove the night or day
What will all the people say?
What would all the people do?
But, if they did, what would you?
-HTC
Too many people have taken this poem seriously. Separating night from day is a metaphor for other things. What those other things are, I'll let you decide for yourself. It does mean something to me, but that's just me. Let it mean whatever it wants to. I will not confine it by saying what it's supposed to mean.