The Sun Sets for No One

The Sun was setting one summer eve,
Sitting on the porch with pipe in hand.
Simple thoughts I was beckoned to believe,
As shadows surfaced upon the land.
Throughout the many ages of mankind,
And indeed through undeserving grace,
We have always had a state of mind, 
That we, the refashioned human race,
Are the masters of our current domain.
Time, space, love, all in which we see
And as far as anything I can ascertain,
Functions and operates for us, solely.
To our surprise, nature gives no regard.
Monuments in ruins around this earth.
The macrocosms will refuse to guard.
Our being and all except the virgin birth.
The Sun sets for no one!