"Good morning", greet the dewdrops.

As the well of energy emerges from the west.

Confirming that morning is actually coming.

Such a pleasure to know that today has a very nifty beginning.

Well, I'm going to start my day with something good.

But, wait, what am I going to do then?

"Good afternoon", say the dewdrops.

As they slowly disappear,

leaving a forlorn farewell.

The sun stands in the middle of the sky,

sign that half of the day has already passed.

Well, it doesn't sound good.

I haven't done anything.

Then, what am I going to do next?

"Good evening", hollo the stars.

As they flicker to fill up the night skies.

Stating that the day will come to its end.

Even worse, I still don't know what to do.

Then come conclusions; I can't do anything, 

or I don't have to do anything.

P.s: just writing some random words in my head, then realize that even some unplanned things can end up this far.