Why we don't work at midnight is a mystery to me.
To sit in buildings under roofs, while the sun we do not see.
True, the night is calm and peaceful, quiet and serene.
But what about the rolling clouds, fluffy and pristine?
There are those, or so it's said, that frolick during day.
Maybe even those of us whom never stray away.
Though the cast is set with rules I regret, to work away my time.
I shall never pretend to ever forget, the value of a rhyme.


It got cheesier as I went on. It just popped into my head, since I am sitting here...missing all of that lovely weather.