we are bound in shackles
hands and feet tied together
following like a dog with its tail between its legs

we are slaves to the sun
yet still we yearn for him
are sad when he’s gone
and pray for him to come back

hello mr. sun how are you today ?
thanks for coming back, we missed you
oh mr. sun could you stay out longer to play ?

we love the sun
although he can hurt us
we feel safe in the warmth of his rays
but too long underneath him we get burned
even still we hate the clouds
although they are only trying to shield us and provide some relief

and we bully the moon for she is not the same as the sun
she doesn’t grant us warmth
and her light is so small she doesn’t nearly light up the sky the way the sun does
but she shares the sky with the stars
she doesn’t control the light but shines through
because she revolves around us
while we’re too busy revolving around the sun

this is not about the sky