How beautiful the setting sun
The symbol of when day is done
Its glorious rays shine warmly through
The hearts and minds of me and you
Blue skies before but now behold
An orange canvas dipped in gold
How lonesome the rising moon
When night winds sing her woeful tune
The skies no longer dipped in gold
Instead it's darkness deep and cold
Another world begins to wake
The world asleep for them to take
How silent the dead of night
When the moon is at the peak of flight
The moment when the cold is warm
The moment when serenities form
The twinkling of the little stars
Reminds me of how far you are
How mournful the setting moon
The little round mirror sent for doom
The creatures hurriedly scramble back
While the skies become a bit less black
The cold no longer stinging fierce
When the black canvas the first lights pierce
How hopeful the rising sun
The symbol of when day's begun
Majestic rays shine brightly through
White cotton clouds and skies of blue
The fresh scented air of morning breeze
Come rushing here from over seas
How indescribable the universe
That burdens me with this lovely curse
Of admiring beauties too great for me
The sun the moon the serenity
The skies above and stars so small
I'm nothing compared to them at all
Now opened my eyes to my real curse
My insignificance to the universe
