There are no mysteries to ponder, it is all in plain open view Like walking through a meadow, and getting wet from the morning dew The petals of a flower closing, to say goodnight to the sun To all the solar worshippers, knowing their day is finally done The night falls, with it's cold blanket of black And all the creatures resting, know the warmth will soon be back The blades of grass still hold their secrets, and sway to the rhythm of the earth For every second that passes, there will be another birth The sun rises slowly from its horizon, and the darkness is overtaken by light And a new day begins in the world of nature, till another coming of night. By Nick Sym