What The Day Owes The Night. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

What does the blood owes the vein?
What does food owes the stomach?
The grasses would always be green but
Not in a drought and dry days.
The day owes the night the chance to exist
Among the evil men who dwells in the dark
Planning preciously on how to attack the innocents.
The day owes the night breathing space and the
Longing for approval by the craving moon
Who lies awake in it abode.
The day owes the night a space to
Interact with the lords of the night and
Welcomes the owls to their haunting game
Of human souls which had deviated from the laws.
The day owes the night love and separation
From the time limit of the division of the their works.
The day has to make the lonely night have its rightful
Time allotted to them by nature.
It owes the night the privilege to perform it duties
It owes the night an acknowledgement to welcome him home
During when the east breeze goes to the west to settle its dispute with the sun.
As the sun owes the day so as the moon owes the night
And the night also owes the day when the cock stood
In the rusty thatch hut to welcome the day as the night
Depart to an unknown destination.
We all are debtors, no one is less important in this global village.