The Son sets in the west.
Men watch the light decrease.
They fear the approaching darkness.
They are restless and without peace.
But faith shall return,
the light will once again increase.
Night turns to day,
as the Son rises in the east.
The Son sets in the west.
Men watch the light decrease.
They fear the approaching darkness.
They are restless and without peace.
But faith shall return,
the light will once again increase.
Night turns to day,
as the Son rises in the east.
When you are away from people and from all the noise, when you're willing to listen when you're surrounded by nature, you can hear her talk.
Nice lovely poem. And great photo