As I sit on my bed
while the day eases from morning
into afternoon
I absorb the sunlight
like a flower who’s just found a window

I feel the clocks ticking
I see the sun turning
I know it won’t be long until
the sun falls out of the sky
and is replaced by the dimly lit moon

As the moon replaces the sun
the bitter cold replaces the warmth
although unlike a flower
I don’t chose what I absorb
I take in the sun and the snow
because I’m too naive
to know what is good for me