Have you not noticed the faithfulness of the morning sun?
It rises despite all else, this is how it’s programmed to run:
The rain may come and clouds may loom
The mist descends and greys out the room
The sun stays still and steers its rays at will
Piercing through what space it can find or fill
Between the clouds, rain or mist
It never skips a space or throw amiss.
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