Sun Poem by Paul Reed

The sun rises on another day
Knowing it will soon set
Disappear again,
Promising us riches yet;

Every day is so fleeting
A brief chance, a time to change
To still be alive, to learn,
To develop, to rearrange;

To heal, to mend, to love,
Under the sun's display
To use the sun's energy
To make the most of that day;

But fear sometimes stops us
The fear of something new,
The challenge inside all of us
The challenge for me and you;

The sun need not come back
It's fiery ball to burn,
And, as the sun grows old
One day it will not return.