The Nature's cycle

The dark is lost ,
The rejoice is of Brightness,
The birds are chattering,
On the winds of the Slumbered days.
The autumn leaves that lay thy,
By the sides of the empty streets,
Can you guess the part of the day, as the sun has come, overhead?
It's the noon, I tell you now,
Soon the day will come to a stop,
The sun will drown at the other side,
The moon's light will shine again on the street rocks!