What season do you prefer?
What time of day do you enjoy?
I wonder what they say about us,
these personal preferences of ours.

The night sings my name,
it whispers serenity and harmony.
The time when sleep abounds,
with it's lullaby to cradle innocence.

The beauty of winter lures me
with it's call of slumber.
The time when death lurks,
after claiming the abundance of summer.

Night wakens to peace from day's bussle.
The pace...