y u no sticky this :(
I don't care that this is for some english thing, I HATE WRITING THESE.
Day is the end of night. The absence of the moon's light gives way to the numerous signs of day: street lights flicker off like resting fireflies, their tired sodium glare retiring into shades of peaceful gray. Bells toll: alarm bells, school bells. Church bells, mosque bells--all a united call to prayer to celebrate the leaving of darkness, the end of hopeless shadow. Birds rouse from their roosts in celebration, and even in the deepest concrete and steel abodes of man, car horns chase away the last vestiges of starlight in a worldwide celebration that transcends all of nature.
Or is night the end of day? Winding down like well-worn clockwork, the mechanical activity and bustle of day slows to the undertones of the night. The day ends, with all of nature returning to their dwellings, from the untamed bears to the metallic facades of trucks into garages. Only the brave few venture out at this hour, stemming from days of old where men huddled in the half light of caves, guarded against the night chill, and the beasts bold enough to brave it.
But ends can also signal new beginnings. When men hurry homeward for shelter, another part of nature awakes. The primal beasts of shadow roam the lands, from bats to barn mice to jungle cats with glowing eyes. Modern man can also embrace the night, with strips of neon and sound that come to life when the sun sets.
In the day, the nocturnal bustle will die down like the daylight died hours before, and the rousing birds make way for roosting bats. The strips of neon and sound will calm. Maybe all of nature is just a cycle, and there are no ends. Only new beginnings.