traffic light

Dusk and dawn,
real or drawn,
seems the same,
except the name..
The sky turns red,
at the horizon ahead,
the sun red and bright,
like the traffic light..

Is it so,
that the reddish glow,
twice a day,
has something to say,
that god in his way,
has wisdom to convey..
It seems to me,
and it may as well be..

At dawn the call,
to one and all,
from the sky red,
to get out of bed..
Your slumber to stop,
your head to pop,
your dreams to end,
to strech and bend..
To start a day new,
to do your tasks few,
to get out there,
and do your share..

At dusk again,
the sun does gain,
that reddish hue,
for minutes few..
It seems to say,
here ends your day,
go home and rest,
you've done your best..
Take off your shoulders,
those heavy boulders..
Sans mask and hood,
rejoice what was good,
and if the day was bad,
let heal those wounds sad..
Stop all, the sun does say,
stop now and end this day...

Thus glows the traffic light,
big, round, red and bright..
At dusk and dawn, everyday,
and god's words, it does convey...

-joker-