Our Bright Light

The sun sets,
And we forget,
The end of time,
Hasn't happened yet.

The sun falls,
And we do too,
Only to get up,
For each day is new.

The sun lies down,
And we ask why,
The sun's bright light,
Must someday die.

The sun sleeps,
And we all plea,
For another day,
To live and feel free.

The sun may not ruse,
For quite awhile,
But that doesn't mean,
There's no reason to smile.