Such the Sun

There's a story that I have been reading
of a girl who had been feeding
birds on the grass who weren't tweeting
to the sun...

They were singing for food and attention
not a care except fear in their minds
from the burning of fragile wings
from the sun...

Though a shining day without absence
not a voice in the air to break silence
and the flowers are the only voices
for the sun...

And the wind makes its sound in the sky
and the earth settles down for the night
the only moving thing with the moon
is the sun...

As new plants springs forth from the earth
and the dead things bring anew
the source of continued life and death
is the sun...

Creatures of all warm and cold blood
both with legs of two an four
eat the thriving plants supported
by the sun...

And wonderful light of a day anew
showers lands afar with brilliance
on the horizon rising slowly
is the sun...

Making circles around the broad of earth
as it spins to fast to notice
endless fire, hot and burning
is the sun...

As it passes below human sight
before its duties are done
the moon acquires its light
from the sun...

We humans all think of beauty
as the moon shines golden blue
and flowers bloom from after light
of the sun...

Yet we shield our weakling eyes
from the pain of the powerful light
and we miss strongest glory
from the sun...

All the work of years to come by
and the work that is past and done
and the life we live today comes
from the sun...

Still no one seems to take notice,
or to ponder over, or to care
for the toils that have been done
by the sun...

And yet this story comes to its end
with the burning sphere ignored
and we'll never fully notice
such a sun...

Such a glorious sun...