Becoming of the Sun

Becoming of the Sun

 

The sun rises on its own

There is no one to lift it

Or hold it as it glows.

 

The sun had no father

To hang its strings like a puppet,

No mother to tell it when to set.

 

I used to wonder how

It knew who it was,

Who it was meant to become,

 

When I realized that it must have seen

Its shine and understood that nothing

else it could be, no other duty.

 

It gave up being free

To light a world for you and me,

To wake and sleep underneath eternal sheets.

 

You never rest, oh sun you must be tired

But you’ll never let your fire extinguish

No matter how strongly you desire to do so.

 

The sun rises on nits own

There is no one to lift it

Or hold it as it glows.

 

 

Reviews

[Art Sun]

Nice work..the source of life, how grand that we should live because of the sun..nicely writte poetry...