If the day went dark,

before its end.

Through the skies of how many worlds would you fall.

Just to return a single Sunset,

To your own.

Even in the face,

Of a hundred.

Of a thousand more.

If you had lost that moment,

For forever.

To the churning wonder,

To the ever turning will,

Of this great,

earthen world of emerald.

And blue beneath green.