Ever Fair

Who dreamed that fairness ever ends?
Who dreamed that what is fair dies?
There is proof that fairness never ends:
It can be seen in the dawn skies,

Which blossomed with clouds and light
A million years before humanity did.
It will still sparkle and glow with light
When a million years more by have slid.

Who dreamed that darkness is the world?
Who dreamed that beauty is the human?
There is still beauty in this world,
Though fall and die all thoughts of Heaven.

Though a thousand thousand humans die,
Though voices wail til end of time,
There are still evergreens that do not die;
There are still flowers in some southern clime.

Who dreamed that fairness dies when we do?
Who dreamed that beauty dies a death?
There are still things that, not as we do,
Sing, laugh, shine, and take a breath;

Though all the humans in the world waste
Away of a sickness that takes their eyes,
There will still be a rose in the waste;
Tomorrow, still, the sun will rise.