The sun gives no excuses for where it likes to go; dependable, and yet a force we cannot really know The sun streams past the loving trees; it sends us into dreaming -- this moment, and this life, are both but merely seeming

The sun gives no excuses for where it likes to go; dependable, and yet a force we cannot really know The sun streams past the loving trees; it sends us into dreaming -- this moment, and this life, are both but merely seeming