Each flower, each tree,
each beautiful child of nature
needs the amorous glow of the Sun.
It's a soothing mother's touch
of our forever evolving lives.
It's our survival--
and our surrender to euphoria.

But alas, the Sun is not always present.
Sinking swiftly into Sahara quicksand
or wherever else it's dearly departed.
Many beings of nature may simply wonder,
Why?
It gives no explanation.
It may be in the depths of the ocean
caressing an unknown being of sea.
It may be at rest,
given all it had to muster.

But it always comes back.
All walks of life, they simply just,
Know.
It rises so simply serene from the sea,
arms wide open to embrace us again.
Its divinity drives another day of our lives,
until it leaves us again.
But it always comes back.

We've learned to cope, to live without the Sun.
Each step we take with caution.
The moon bears resemblance--
a symbol of hope, a bridge to our Sun.
It tells us, just,
Wait.
With its soul searching portraits
it casts upon a jet black ocean.
We've learned to wait, to live without the Sun.
But it always comes back.

Love may go,
but it always comes back.