There Is No More

Without the Sun there is no sunrise,
No streaks of orange fingering through the dark,
No warmth rising from the cool night,
No new day to look forward to.

Without the Sun there is no sunset,
No purple fingers softly drawing the stars,
No tinge of excitement at what might be,
No reason for sweet dreams carrying us till dawn.

Without the Sun there is no high noon,
No reason for the dew to leave the grass,
No need for the leaves to reach the sky,
No desire for the bloom to open its petals.

Without the Sun there is no reason,
No measure of time to move us forward,
No sense of hope that comes with the light,
No movement through the Heavens to home.

Without the Sun there is no season,
No new life bursting forth from the frozen dirt,
No cycle to give us a present and future past,
No joy in seeing the fire flame up and die down.

Without the Sun there is no more.