People come and go, but the sun will always rise tomorrow.
We walk part of the journey of life with people, and then they fall away.
The sun is always beautiful when it rises in the morning, though.
It shines on my face and I know it shines on yours too, wherever you are.
[Image: The sun is rising, and the light peeks through the leafy forest and shines through the edge of the white gauzy curtains of the patio doors.]