The sun goes down through pink to purple then Darkness follows its light into the night Through indigo to black and gone till when It comes back up the other side again As by its death it reclaims its birthright Within the balance of darkness and light When it moves on forgotten but not gone We worry but it does not hurry for The sun knows it goes where it came before So should we know who would then we could see It go where it was but it does because Going and coming as it always does Is how it is now as it always was And may it be that it may always be When the day is gone then the sun moves on To light the world right round all night till dawn But this is us turning toward and away Learning tomorrow tonight from today +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV