Son (poem)

I am the sun. Awake, all-seeing, ablaze. I look down on everyone, and will continue to make days, after the end of your days.

I am the sun. You’re creatures that energy plays. Your story has but just begun, my children of love, children of rays. From dawn to dusk: with wisdom I raise.

I am the sun. And know what your story’s worth. Your purpose isn’t merely for fun, or visceral greed capitalizing the earth. So show respect and kindness to your mother, Earth.

I am the sun. I will watch your story finish. Space is nowhere to run, you’ll slowly, surely, diminish. Then I’ll be alone, dim, then shh…

Like you, I am mortal, I am the sun.