Sunrise is spectacular
As yellow, orange and pink
Burst through fading, nighttime stars.
It happens in a wink.
You cannot hold the sunrise
From moving on to day.
Although it’s beauty takes the prize,
There’s nothing we can say.
The daytime gives light to grow
Plants, animals and man.
Stretching higher, learning to know
The meaning of life and land.
Daytime also must fade away,
Moving on to sunset.
Although there’s work for many days,
This new time will be met.
Sunset glows with colors wild
In purple, blue and red.
A time to reflect, sit back and smile
While colors dance o’er head.
Sunset, too, comes and goes,
Moving on to night.
A brilliant, burst of art that knows
It’s time is taking flight.
Night’s the time to contemplate
The meaning of the day.
Relax, sleep and rejuvenate
While stars twinkle away.
Nighttime also has an end,
Moving on to sunrise.
Stars welcome in this new-found friend
An attitude that’s wise.
Just like this, life’s cycles, too,
Never seem to last,
We gain a lot from changing views,
But lose some from the past.
Unless we willingly give up some,
Moving on to stages.
We’ll miss the chance for future fun,
And wisdom of the ages.
© Lynnette Schuepbach, October 21, 1992
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