The Sun

The Sun

The sun makes me warm,

that must mean god loves us.

The first man said.

no, that is not true, 

the sun makes me burn,

so god does not love me

The second man said.

Ha! you are both wrong,

there is not a god,

in fact,

the sun is a star,

and it is nothing more

The third man said.

You know, there is no "right"

we can never know of the sun,

we must question it all,

our eyes could be lying,

our minds could be wrong

The fourth man said.

You could all be right,

but the sun does not care,

neither to I,

it is too much to bare,

one day we all die,

The fifth man said.

The tree sat still,

leaves and bark one,

beaming with light,

warm in the sun,

the wind shook its arms,

underneath sat the men,

the moon drew its scythe,

They all watched the sun set