Impassively Cosmic

The nascent light of the rising sun, Beams from the horizon, Pristine. The darkness looms, unhindered. Akin to this fear. The sunshine bathes the world in its brilliance. The birds are chirping, The trees sway gently in the breeze. The allure of this spectacle, overshadowed. Hopelessness, triumphant. The city streets, desolate, Devoid of normalcy, Devoid of predictability. Uncertainty grips the mind, A victim of circumstance. The sun shines, blazing, Through clear blue skies, boundless. The silence echoes, loud. Clouds of grey eclipse the sky. A drizzle paints this canvas, haphazard. The sky fortifies the disposition of this canvas, panicked. The drizzle is now a raging storm. A hope is born, A hope that the tempest cleanses this despair. The sun, at the eye of the storm, gleams through the grey. The sun, unabashed, washes the shadows away. The sun, the rain, a rainbow. That shred of hope is lost, The angst building. The end is nigh. The stage is set and the time has come. It is curtain call. Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Perpetual, perennial.