The light of the sunUp in the sky where the world is small,The light of the sun by Rininiri
Big and empty, it holds only the sun.
There she sits watching over us all.
She watches as we play, she watches as we run
There the sun sits, warm and welcome.
I sat one day, refusing to join the fun.
I watched and I listened,
And she called out to me.
From her perch in the sky, the sun spoke sweetly.
Her voice soft but daunting, I could barely sit still.
The sun asked me a simple question;
“Why do you watch?”
I sat and pondered,
I felt silly as I spoke to the sun,
Self-conscious, I responded;
“Because I wished to know what you see.”
I gazed at the people, their fun and games loud and unfaltering
“It’s colorful and bright from where I sit.
You see them now, happy and care-free.”
I turned back to the sun, careful to heed her blinding beauty.
“I wished to know how the sun could see happiness.
I wished to know what lay in the light,
And not what truly hides within their shadows.&