"Circle round, and I'll tell you a story about when the sun was born again...
It was the middle of winter, and the sun had grown very old. All year long the sun had worked very hard, rising and setting day after day. All year long the sun had fed everybody on earth, shining and shining, giving energy to the trees and the flowers and the grasses so they could grow and feed the animals and birds and insects and people...
Night felt sorry for the sun.
"Come to my arms and rest, child." she said. "After all, I am your mother. You were born out of darkness, billions of years ago, and you will return to me when all things end. Let me cradle you now, as I shelter every galaxy and star in the universe."
So Night wrapped her great arms around the sun, and the night was very long indeed...
Every time a child said thank you, the sun began to feel a little warmer, a little brighter. Wrapped safely in the arms of Night, the sun grew younger and younger...For in the long night the sun had rested well and grown young from the songs and the thanks of the children, young as a brand-new baby, born out of Night once more.
"The sun has returned! The sun is reborn!" the people cried. And they danced and sang to celebrate the birth of a new day..." - STARHAWK
