Sunken Nights, Budding Days Poem by Stayin Song

Suns rise when stars fall—
It’s a sad truth.
There’s not much we can do
To elongate their stay;
The strings from which they hang
Are fragile things.
When they fall, they tear through
The wind and they tear through
The earth and they scar the night
And they scar our hearts.
It’s a fact of life.
They fall, we rise.
If the sun doesn’t rise,
There is darkness.
Deep and enveloping.
Harsh—most of all harsh.
The night and tragedy of
Fallen stars and sunken moons
Teaches the sun how to rise.
The sun learns from the night,
The night learns from the sun.

But the night holds more than tragedy,
Seemingly unfair at first glance.
It means well. I’ve loved the night.
The night taught me many a lesson.
I’ve slept in comfort
Knowing the night keeps horrors at bay,
Knowing that its darkness shrouds any doubts and worries,
Knowing the night brings tranquility to weary hearts
And racing minds.
Knowing that the night provides all that is necessary
For the sun to rise.
Lessons taught aren’t in one ear out the other,
But in one ear and to the heart.
Straight to the heart, where there will always
Be a special place for the night.

For Father's Day, by the way. Context may help.