The sun by John Drinkwater
I told the Sun that I was glad,
I'm sure I don't know why;
Somehow the pleasant way he had
Of shining in the sky,
Just put a notion in my head
That wouldn't it be fun
If, walking on the hill, I said
"I'm happy" to the Sun.
the sun is my happiness; warm, life giver, bright, giving me the will to carry on, feeding my planets. i wish i could go there more. but abuse the hospitality will make it worthless, ordinary — we should see the sun as a dream, as a purpose, make it worth it.
