If the sun rose each night,
would the stars be put to shame?
Would the beauty of the moon
still linger in the darkness
beyond the sun’s bright flame?
Would the wolves still howl
and the owls still hoot?
Would we close our eyes each night?
Would dreams still come
and days still pass
despite the never ending light?
If the world stopped turning
and the sun kept burning
Would its light ever end?
Or would the power of the night
will it to life
time and time again?