If night shall fall to human kind and dusk does befall us;
Our universe shall go on and make a new, But maybe not more lasting.
When morning did come to us; it came so slow and lazily,
For as the sun came up, it arose ever accelerating and kept itself from fading.
If noon has hit, I do not know,
For that is still being determined;
I indeed do know at least one thing,
This thing which shall be everlasting.
For whether noon has passed Or still to come,
A new day is a making.
In some other place where all is cold,
Some sparks are surely brewing;
If one spark shall set fire and create a new sun,
It's a new day in the making.
A new day, a new sun,
A new sun, a great beginning,
For all to come from this new sun need only know,
They are part of something crazy.
When tranquility meets a brand new sun,
A force is then created,
The power this force brings is hard to stop,
Just like an angry rally.
Like a rally, the new force changes,
Shaping, Shifting, Splitting,
Sometimes taking hold and going forth,
Yielding new creations.
New creations often yield,
Other better creations;
Once in a while they grow old,
fading back to matter.
But just like day is sure to come, night is a mortal Dagger,
It brings down the finest days, and refreshes them forever.
Just as empires grow and fade, they never last forever;
Our world it seems has lived so long, the end will come someday surely;
If all is in this endless cycle, there is one constant to be sure of;
If matter cannot be created nor destroyed, hope exists in matter;
Some still say that all is doomed,
Others are more optimistic;
None of that matters a sliver,
When hope changes never.
Hope is ever lasting,
So all is fine, all is grand,
Beauty can come from dark and damned,
For nothing is ever certain.