All will fade away,
Not just in this day,
For we are one,
Both day and night.
But we shall never take flight,
Not like a bird,
Not like a sparrow in the morn
But we shall be born.
Light is just as we have it,
Night, the darkness almost sweet.
Until they will again meet;
And we call it dawn.
The night's fate is overcome,
The brightness of the day is done,
All the light and dark is gone.
It is always a beautiful gloaming.
(Gloaming - Twilight, dusk)
