The sun rises
within the darkness of the frozen forest
and the yearning waves of the tumbling sea.
Within the crumbling sand beneath our feet
and the racing wind that chases the horizon.

The sun rises
Within the children pushing each other on the swings
and the man playing guitar on the side of the road.
Within the lonely businesswoman who wears a mask of composure
and the thief who is trying to feed a family by stealing from her.

The sun rises
Within the illusion of hope
and the prying wish for it to become true.
And, eventually, it sets
when we let go of that wishful illusion.