Do not ask me what brought this on, for I myself have no ides...I just wrote it randomly one day.
"Golden sun, silver moon
Under which do your half done dreams take bloom?
Sunny day or starry night,
Which does call your hopeful sight?
Upon this verdant green earth do we trod,
And yet, the skies do hold our light.
Oh the search for peace,
An endless quest.
Upon occasion I ask you,
To take the time and think,
"Where do I find my light?"
In brightest day?
Or darkest night?"