There is little that is certain in this world The grandest cities are reduced to ash Rivers dry and mountains become plains Hearts are haphazardly shattered like glass Trust becomes so easy to destroy It seems some people do it just for fun And each time your city is restored You find a new disaster has begun What do you cling to that will not bend? For your own flesh is liable to fail Your prayers have turned to fruitless screams Repeated calls to no avail But harken to the rising of the sun! Her faithful salutation to the day And though her absence is felt in black nights You can guarantee she will not go away ☀️☀️☀️