Ciao, Sole
When the sun dies,
He will leave a gift everlasting –
The smooth amber of light –
Somewhere in the earth’s great heart.
We think he is not so bright
As we are clever –
That when he glides out of sight
We shall claim our treasure.
And when he at last departs
And leaves us the night
We believe we shall mourn his passing –
When the sun dies.