My Flying Mother The Great Sun

The sun awakens 

And burns my eyes with its looks,

More than pretty, it has every being shook.

The leaves absorb, the tears it has taken,

Every body of water rises at its wake.

My skin bakes at its touch,

My heart beats to absorb it,

My brain is drunken when otherwise, 

Sobers up when it’s morning.

My mind mourns when it’s dark, 

And I smile when it’s coming, 

Light heartedly, 

The sun composed me.