The sun rises,
As always.
It does not care if no human is there to see its glory,
As it chases away the fears of the night.
Some say this makes the sun cruel,
But what if it is just moving away?
The pain of watching us squander and mourn death,
A death that it will never achieve, until the end of time.
Death is a lesson that we need to treasure,
For without death there is no meaning to life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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