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
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
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
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