Sun of Hope

The sun of hope glides across the sky Whose rays of light we need to thrive Periodically the sun vanishes and hides But the Sun of hope is always alive Every day it rises and sets again Those who know its nature will be the same Few will go blind when it will rain In the night such people will face much disdain Those who do not see the sun as eternal They will not survive the nebulous night They see sun being replaced with stare infernal So weak it cannot make the earth bright Such is the puzzling nature of hope It's even there when we can't see it Think of the sun as bound by a rope It vanishes out of sight but it remains