The beauty of the day,
long and hot it may be,
Eventually its beauty,
will cease to be.
The sun which shines,
illuminates the world, across all empty skies.
Through wind and rain,
clouds and night,
the impact of its light,
is simply all that is bright.
Yet all that is goodness,
Warmth and Joy
That which is value,
do not last to help you.
As the day passes,
this very sun shifts.
Across the land,
this very sun drifts.
The splendour of good men,
prevalent they may be,
are like the sun which brings everyone,
Ecstasy.
A lamp in the darkness,
A guide to the lost,
The sign which tells others,
"Not everything is lost"
With the passage of time,
people are forgotten.
Vague memories of past,
like ideals, begotten.
What was once good,
Replaced by the bad.
What was once bright,
Replaced by the dark.
The shadows of the sun illuminate the land,
Gradually darkness, completely descends.
I lament the darkness, the loss of good,
the prevalence of decadence and immoral prudes.
Yet in the corner of my eye, a brightness still shines,
far brighter than even the sun at noontime.
Reflected across, the resplendent water-like mirror,
Is that which is good, shining ever brighter.
The Virtues that be, Honesty and Peace.
The Wish that all beings, will be at ease.
The Strength to carry on with unwavering will,
in the ensuing darkness, about to prevail.
It is at times of darkness, where warriors stand and fight,
Where enemies hide in the darkness of night.
Facing an impossible, unending task,
They pick up the pace,
Without any question to ask.
Eventually they pass on,
their lives forgotten,
Yet their impact remains,
As "The Brightest Men of Day"