The sun stops for no one ( nor does the river flow over hill to dance for on one)

The trees, they shake not for my amusement,
I do the same not for their enjoyment.

If the shade you're running to,
Has no place in it for you.
What are you to do?

If the light that you're running fro
Decides to leave you to the light you can't shade fro — the light inside you —
What are you to do?