Sun is an enigma
When it rises the world still rebuilds
When it sets the world pauses to reflect
Can there be a more natural teacher for the begin and the end?
Can there be a more realistic rhythm that beats to the tune of life?
Can we survive even the tiniest increment of time?
The night resets the dormant
The sun brings the balm
Such withdrawal necessitates deep ploughing
The world yearns for more
The people live in peace and light so the eternal spirit lives on
Which world justifies the spirit but the just and peaceful?
Which world quietens the soul but the omnipresent love and content resting in peace?
Love provides hope
Hope is spreading
As is the sun
