Sun staring, Sun heavy
My eyes azure
Overflowed with light immeasureable
From sky above its rays doth tremble
Shall we ever comprehend its depth,
Its sides rotund,
Its shivering glow upon our weighted lids?
Tell me now, O Sun of old
She that has seen us through her dawn
And again will spell our fall at dusk
Where cold after, so brings forth that Moon
Who, in lunar misery, lay upon us his glow reflected
But is without her light a brutish rock suspended
In an abyss of crippling woe
That vessel which life unto plants give
Grow me, raise me, give me warmth
So that I colour, and my leaves stand tall
And among me others flourish