Little Sun
Dear Little Sun
That shines in the sky
Each dawn I watch you all through the day
And each dusk I whisper as you fade away,
“Tonight I will wait as long as I can
In hopes that I will see you once again.”
Bright in the noon
And gone in the night
What a world this would be
Without your light.
So should the time come that you ever fail
No star will ever grow our fields
The way that you did,
And we would be plunged into utter darkness,
Except maybe the moon who sends down light in threads.
One of the stars
But closer to us than any
Even when you burn our backs with your ungracious heat
We bow at your, lord and master's, feet
So that you’ll protect us from that that would feed
By bearing away the darkness indeed
Worshiped, the great ball of fire in the above
Closer to heaven than any of us
We loved and prayed to you for all
This life we see before you fall
And we think that maybe you control
Everything and maybe more.
Obey your wishes we did, loyally,
And you continued to float just out of reach
But we kept our hands raised to you
And in warmth was how we talked of you.
It wasn’t until that winter came
That you seemed to hide your head in shame,
For cold laid waste to our land
And death stalked where we couldn’t see, to strike in our time of need.
You hid behind the clouds and only came out to check the damage
After it had been done.
That’s when I realized that,
You were quite a little sun.
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