How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun,
How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain:
But now the fair traveller’s come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.
~ Isaac Watts,
“Every time you wake up and ask yourself, “What good things am I going to do today?”, remember that when the sun goes down at sunset, it will take a part of your life with it.”
~ “Indian Proverb”