the ball of flame hovered low
it’s pride diminishing- as comes night
the radiance dimming, the hope flickering
just a teeny bit more, a full blackout

it eases its way down
slowly, it may seem, but evidently struggling
the infinite horizon that it should grace
but not a chance, its time will come
for everything it has done, all insane

the sphere that revolves
a full circle, finally
completed its mile, time for a rest
but no, tired it may be
it still has different events to attend
those on the opposite end

and round and round
the sphere revolves
yet thee, gets no rest
but still it shines
on and on- till the day it will be forever gone