Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.
For the sun, no need to pine.
Don’t waste precious time mourning.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
The sun will rise come morning.
Shine upon us.
Warm our leafy bodies.
Light our faces.
Brighten our days.
Each day we wait for you
To come out and play.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by.
Peek into windows up high.
Nothing can get past me.
I’m free as you can see.
To let the world come home to me.
I’m as happy as I can be.
RISE FOR ME
Will the sun rise today?
Colors of yellow and red.
Glowing inside to its own beat.
Shimmering with heat.
Ready to begin a new day.
Will you rise today?
Bringing light to the dismal world.
Breaking into the darkness.
Shattering the bleakness.
With your bright rays.
Will you rise today for me?
Please do.
For I need you.
I need your light.
Your soul.
Your heavenly body.
Please rise for me today.
sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch
The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.
The Path
Follow the path.
To a snow-filled fantasy.
To the family of ducks floating
together in perfect harmony.
To the sun rising for a new day.
To the wispy clouds passing by.
To the chill winds of the morning.
To the soft snow underfoot.
To the magic of snowy mornings.
Breathe in the brisk air and enjoy.
THE SUN IS RISING!
THE SHADOWS ARE LEAVING!
WE ARE SAFE.
FOR NOW…
HELP ME BEFORE
IT’S TOO LATE.
BEFORE THE CREATURES
TAKE ME WITH THEM.
WHERE DO THEY GO
WHEN THEY DISAPPEAR
WITH THE MORNING SUN?
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
NATURE’S BEAUTY
Even the deer pauses to watch
The sun rise in the morning.
SUSANNE LEIST 