We fought over it

We tried to bomb it out of existence

We died

But it still rises again

The world has ended

The people who once cared so much for this thing have long since past

There is nothing left for it to rise to

But it still rises again

Maybe it hasn’t lost hope yet

Maybe it’s waiting for an old friend, long dead

Or maybe it’s just coming to say that it can

to prove that it isn’t dead yet

To prove that our best weapons, and their best weapons, and even time itself could not kill it

But whatever the reason

The Sun still rises, slowly, stubbornly