The sun is always setting,
Night after night after night,
And still, each morning, without fail,
It rises again to enlighten the world.
Why then, are we so disturbed
When things come to an end?
Has not all nature taught us to trust
That something new is always being born?
Feel free to grieve and mourn,
But be prepared to welcome
The wonder that’s preparing to emerge.
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