Photosynthesis

The Light falls so softly on the village's roofs

Spreads indistinctly over valleys and plains

The last grasps of daylight hand onto the trees

The branches retracting... becoming one with the night

In their secret places the late birds bed down

In steeples and pylons their life carries on

And in TV-lit windows we all find our home

On the great star-lit landscape we see from the air

We need no more fear of the dark than the morning

For light needs a place it can play

Shadows eclipsing the light that remains

As ten million hot suns beat down on they prey

While one half is blinded the other watches in awe

The universe turning on its infinite way

Watch as the night sky revolves into daybreak

Wait for the first rays of light

Think of new lives, think of new days

Here as the sunlight goes under

Hope our new hopes, dream our new dreams

Think of new worlds without number

And all we can do is imagine the morning

On worlds that we reach in our dreams

The sun is still shining where the eagle set down

And on the people 'neath the westerly sky

But keep our eyes skyward with hope in our hearts

For space is not black, and dark's a new day