Some think the world will end in ice
I say the world will fill with light
Knowing what I know of desire
I think the earth will end in fire.
Some think the light is quickly fading
Some feel that hope is running out
I think the sky is waking up
And the sunlight is streaming down.
The rain will keep on falling
The clouds will still be playing
The birds will keep on singing
And the heavens will fill with light.
Night comes at the end of every day
But the day never stays too far away.
(I borrowed from Robert Frost some. This is only a first draft. Still needs some work. Hope you like a little. Can’t seem to help myself. :) )