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.