The dark,
It isn't so haunting,
The light,
It isn't so taunting.
The orange and pink,
Leaks into the sky,
Lighting up the dark night,
We call it sunrise.
I feel sad for all those,
Who see it no more,
No sand in their toes,
No watching birds that soar.
All they see is the lids of their eyes,
No happiness, not even sadness,
No sunset or rise,
To me it is madness,
At least I can still see,
The beautiful sky,
And the way it looks so perfect,
At sunrise.
