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...