"A FALLING SUNRISE"

Here comes the sunrise,
A wonderful moment that quickly flies,
Where the sun promises a beautiful day,
But the rise of the sun is filled with gloom as cries sway,
The cries from the dying trees whose leaves continue to fall,
The weakening flowers whose petals begin to void its soul,
And seeds who grow too slowly to bear the fruits of its desire.

From all these fine tears,
I share sadness that only the sun hears,
But by such feeling I can hear his own voice,
A voice of sorrow he makes over the atmosphere's noise,
For the spoken grief that fills the lands and skies with darkness,
The beautiful light that shines in each sunrise diminishes,
Yet this sunrise only glimmer to the eyes of a torn heart.

Pain trembles in me,
As a beloved figure flees,
For she had always poured life for my soul,
And also made me learn to listen to my heart's own soul,
As its beats echo the drums for her ravishing presence,
Just a short disappearance from her may drain my life's essence,
Seeing that every rising sun will only make my world fall.