A Photon bumps from place to place
Inside the Suns core day after day

10,000 years if it's lucky
170,000 if it gets stuck

But comes the day it reaches the surface and begins its interstellar journey

It then takes 8 minutes and 19 seconds
If you're picky it's because of procession

A little more or a little less
Because we wobble for seasons sake

But once the photon ends its journey
It could light up just anything

A shaft of light upon a face
That took millennia to make

Or light up a yellow buttercup
Beneath the chin of my little one

Across time and space the photon raced
Just to do its best

For all we had before it came was
Nothing just
darkness