No Mourning for the Morning
  
  
  She wiped a tear from my cheek
  as I gazed upon the sun,
  newly risen, climbing the sky.
  
  "Why are you crying, darling child?"
  "I am crying for the sunrise.
  Now the sun is up and I will never see
  such a beatiful thing again."
  
  "Oh my dear, sweet, silly darling.
  Let's have no mourning for the morning.
  Just enjoy the clear blue sky."
  
  "For the glory of the sun's rise
  find's it's equal in the sun's set,
  and you need fear not through the darkest night,
  for She will always rise again."