The sun; it is beginning to set,
Paving the fields bright gold,
As day turns to night,
The wind is becoming cold,
The sun is disappearing out of sight.

Through the night, a storm brews,
Rain crashes to the earth,
A thousand streaks falling to the ground,
One drop's death is another's birth,
The night is listening to the pattering sound.

But light appears over the horizon,
As the sun rises to claim its spot,
In the sky, the sun is placed,
The dew on the plants begins to rot,
The sun's light pierces, its beams forever laced.