The shine of a perfect sphere

I send you my heart-song 
and in your gardens you find the skies.
In the spring the breeze carries with it mists and waters
while the grass is still warm, and in the lakes is a golden reflection.
I send you my heart-song and in your gardens you find the skies.
In the summer the sand replaced by dew, the grass goes dry.
You have only rain, rain, rain, and the gales.
I send you my winter-song and in your
gardens you find the skies.

When it is night and you wear black.

This time you see the Sun's rays are coming from the other side, so the Sun is coming from the left.
This side of the Planet would be illuminated, this part would be in darkness.