the star

The cycle of the sun to the moon seems easy,
In the broad daylight,
The glorious blazing sun makes an entrances,
Brighten up the world and everything in it..
As a smile lighting up dark paths.
And as the day descends,
Comes dark skies,
And sparkling stars decorate the skies afar,
A flashlight of a night's view.
Creating shadows of a lit path.
As simple as how it may sound,
The cycle repeats.
But life isn't like that,
nor is it always as bright.
there may be bumpy roads.