The sunshine fades,

bringing end to day,

night falls, gently, like

a charlatans silk lingerie.

The clouds roll in,

encroaching the suns gentle

rays, and here in the rain,

like tears, to soothe pain,

away.

Here's the moon rising

to remind us of today,

to attest that the sun

still burns, still it

will rise to bring

another day.

The coming of gentle

Autumn wind, bringing

rest, relief, and respite,

from Summer, blazing

heat and light

Heralding Winter's

harsh cold, all will

die, or at least sleep.

Clear night skies,

starry winter skies,

futures are seen, summer

and spring will arrive.

The world begins

anew, every year,

with each of Earth's

revolutions around,

light, humanities symbol of hope.

One once said "So long

as we hope, all is not lost."

so long as the sun and

moon rise, while the stars

burn like love in the skies,

there will be hope.

The gleam in your lovers eye,

a rose blooming while nature sleeps,

The excitement of returning home

after a journey across land, sea,

and sky. These we hope, humanities

savior, bringing us back from the

abyss time after time.