Nil

Every sunrise is composed of million rays of light, 

each with infnite options, directions and possibilities, but not knowing sould they always do the same uniform task in a straight and brief way.

Far from everyday does this happen; it is every second. 

Not knowing soul they don't know how to live and even so they cannot find the misery in thus to express and engore in it. They are at no fault but the people of this world that have moptions; always do and wll, flow in the same spectrum. In a charade to love and live out pleasently they succumb to the tral with the brightest sparks. 

Never then knowing hate,pain and the cool breeze of sad, thye will never live in all life.

Then they all set with the sun and will always be expected to rise once more, everyday...

Because they leave they will never know the beauty of the moon and it;s light along with our darkness...