The sun has now gone
Said the still morning
Though what’s done is done
And no use in mourning
They cannot stay emotion
The fleeting lives remaining
Once children of the ocean
Without sun they are waning
What in this world could parallel
The sweet knell of the snow falling
I must be calling to the very sky
Wondering why the world is turning
And a heart yearning to know more
Is sure to find it in the bitter end
But it never does seem to end
Winter sun, winter moon
Make me what you will
All that is, some day soon,
Fades fast and finds the kill
Winter moon cries at night
Its tears compose the snow
Once we all could see the light
Oh where did the kind sun go?
Samuel Canerday 