How can the world turn so bad at the end of the day.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside though the window
I take a careful look
To how the wonderful world
In its sleeping beauty is silent
With the orange dawn promising another day to live

In the morning early
When the shinning stars of the night
Have fallen down upon us
Outside through the window
I pay a critical look

Up in the beautiful high sky
Dancing and singing, the birds
For a day has dawned
Trees camouflaged in green,
Marching sideways like a given command.
Tips of the green-
Grass sparkling of joy and
Flowers flashing their happiness in the colours of the rainbow
Butterflies wondering in the air and demonstrating free will.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside through the window
I gaze and gaze
When the world is still innocent and
Full of promises

Outside through the window I look, every morning and the same question keeps popping; how can the world turn so bad at the end of the day?