Sunrise

I do not mean to harden your soul

By the things that will take toll

As well as the feelings I will awake

And maybe, the hearts I'll break.

Few have seen the sunset fall

Yet fewer tried to see it all

And yet, none of them have wanted

To see it rise upon the sky, as haunted.

But many have seen it in a picture

Seeking its adventure

And yet, it did not quite spread

Its rays, as if it were long dead.

Many centuries have gone, and God knows

If many are still to come, which follows

My opinion that nothing is laid just to be seen

As only a shape - by no means!