In nights of rest, rest assured I will see you in all sunny tomorrows So much solar power feeds the earth, feeds the soul, incumbent in its given place, We sail-pirouette around it on a spherical hoop-dance
So volatile, a combustion hydrogen-cosmic-lantern and a coalescing helium brew Lash out your heated tongues push flare waves to lick our living sphere, concentrates on heated brows and scatters atoms and molecules
The upper push for earth-life and this mater Sun is but a conservador wearing its blinding cosmic-girth
Made homage to, anthropomorphized in past primordial granduer, spot your ancient rays on earth's gyrating seasons, from dawn to dusk so much the sun...