The Sun Comes Up Every Morning (another poetry assignment based on an image)

http://voices.yahoo.com/the-sun-comes-every-morning-8781233.html?cat=47





The Sun Comes Up Every Morning
Even when Your World Seems to Stand Still




Sunrise, it is the time.
Time, is it the sunrise.



Sunrise, it is the beginning, it is the end.
The end, it is the beginning, it is the sunrise.



Every day, it is new, every day is old.
Shadows pass away; it was just the wind we are told --



Day in, day out, every day it is the same, time rises to greet us again.
Again time rises to great us again, day in and day out, every day.



Sunset, sunrise, is it no surprise we've traveled this way before.
Before we've traveled this way, it is no surprise, the sun will for me soon set.



Sunrise, it is the time.
Time, it is the sunrise.



Surprise, surprise, every day is new, every day it is old.
Listen to the whispers, hear the shadows, for now is this tale told, soon the sun again it will rise --