Where the sun goes,
Not a soul knows.
It's a mystery, so grand and so deep.
The sky it glows, with its golden hue,
As the sun fades away from view.It may be behind the clouds,
Or beyond the distant crowds.
It may be in some unknown realm,
Where secrets remain to overwhelm.No one knows for sure where it hides,
But we feel its warmth on our sides.
The night is cold without its presence,
But soon enough it will make an appearance.
