Always There

Oh, blackened sky As the sun fades away, Is it into obscurity that it falls Or is it into a temporary hold of another Ready to release it upon the new morn? I can almost see His hand As it opens to release the sun With the innocence of a child blowing Petals from a dandelion, He wants to see It float within the beautiful cool morning air. So, I say nay to obscurity, Though morning skies may be gray And the sun would therefore seem distant It remains there for us, placed by loving hands That wish to see it work magic and gain wonder.