For The Days That Lie In Between Poem by Kami Haha

A good day is that of bright, sun-like gold;
A bad day is that of endless, heavy rain.
Yet days that lie in between the two,
days when the sun disappears behind the rolling hills,
days when you neither laugh heartily,
nor cry endlessly.
Just days;
days when the silver platter appears
in the dark, white-lit splattered blanket called sky,
and we fall away, into a peaceful sleep,
with a serene smile plastered onto our faces,
our last thought is to be thankful,
for the seemingly perfect days
that lie in between.