Oh Sun, mighty in the sky.
Center of our worlds, but also wandering the firmament.
What are we doing here,
you might wonder.
we bring up gas that reflects your radiating children back to the earth. But they are only meant for short visits. To bounce back into the nothingness of space.
But we keep them here.
And they heat us up.
Those in power do like it would take more time for your children to unfold their true powers.
But the effects are visible.
Floods, Fires, Droughts and imbalance.
The lifes of many are in danger.
Oh Sun, mighty in the sky,
I promise I will not shame you
for what you are not responsible for.
You were shining, are shining and will shine like you always did.
And for that I thank you.
People know you under many names. For some you are male or female. For other something in between, beyond or nothing.
But we all know: you bring life, joy and warmth.
Unto the land and the into the hearts.
I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
As long as you shine, there is hope. There is something giving us strenght.
And even if we have to hide away from the effects of our own demise, I will praise you evermore.