The Sun

The sun is a star,

Who faces a war,

Inside her soul,

Is light made whole,

She carries her child,

The earth that glides,

On a circle of right,

Borne from light.

The sun is a star,

Who embraces the stars,

She had long carried,

As time went and buried,

Memories of the past,

That had never known to last.

The sun is a star,

Who reaches out to Mars,

Her son of the red,

So close yet so far ahead,

But she smiles. Yes, she smiles,

As she stretches her hands in miles.

The sun is a star,

Who cries from afar,

For her child Pluto,

Which has lost its coarse,

Dismantled? Of course.

She cries and she weeps,

Yet she holds on to keep.

The sun is a star,

With a heart so large,

She carries out her will,

To the remaining human beings,

In earth, the child of life,

The apple of her eye.

The sun is a star,

Whom we stare from afar,

Reaching out to the sun,

Reaching out as one,

We reach out again,

To the mother and friend,

Wondering why she’s there,

But content with near.

The sun is a star,

So very far,

In the mass of abyss,

She smiles in peace….