Ineed two poems. no specific theme. two separate techniques found on page

Visual:

Many of the days can fade from darkness to light
Listening to the blue birds chirp in the daylight.
Marching on the ants in a line.
Keep moving on they say, into the night.

Freeverse:

Living up to those days, and fading
Though what am I waiting for?
Having to do what needs to be done
And the day just wont start
Except until the night has come.