C. Bryan Tidwell

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Every day seems yet another,
Never a unique sunrise,
Never will a new moon find its way into the black of night.
These consistencies, although they will not change or grow,
Help bring a base into the life that does.
The sun will stand every day rising and setting as it should,
But each day will not seem as yet another.
The sun will stand unchanging,
And the same moon will reflect its light,
But the eyes with which we view them
will never stay the same.