It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that. Anyway, spring is trying to unsprung itself where I am.
Enough small talk, onto the poem:
Weaving contradicting truths,
One ominous and moody,
And the other dispelling the darkness.
Why do you wear so many masks?
Why do we look up to you?
I know you will never change,
Remaining a two-faced sky.