The day to come

The day to come

Watch as the sun drops it’s head below the distant ground,
the waves wave goodbye and the animals make a yawning sound.
The other side wakes up to the rays coming from the rising sun,
the never-ending job of warming disrespectful planets by one.
Spinning on a path headed to the unknown side of space,
keeping up are the planets circling the sun on its endless race.
So many miles between the sun and the planets that follow,
everything in between has a feeling of being fully hollow.

Gravitational pulls, pulling the solar system together well,
one misbalance added and everything displaces, and it goes to hell.
Balanced on a thin string edged to keep things on track,
in the morning, the sun will rise and bring the rays back.
With a stretch and an acknowledgment we start a new day,
the other side with the animals will yawn and get ready to lay.
A normal part of life we take for granted and ignore parts of the sun,
now think about the day the spin stops, and its warmth is done.