Wrote the Sun to the Flower
Dear Flower,
My beautiful blossom,
How you inspire my gaze.
You deem my presence day
And I your absence the night.
Though I'm burdened to never rest,
To shine that your Mother Earth
And all her children might live,
The sight of you
Wills me to burn that much brighter.
But alas, that is the blemish of our love.
For though you may lean
Towards my light
And I seek to nourish your bloom,
If by chance we were to move too close
My passion would fray
Your gentle stem
And my words,
Not a rosy blush
To your petals bring
But a flame.
And it pains me
That never will I
Prune your fears and worries
And when I am away
And my dull brother comes,
I can no longer cover you.
But weep not my love,
For when I am gone
And Brother Moon is present
Know that his glow
Is the reflection of the light
I shine for you
And my return will be soon.
But while we are apart
Shun those meddling bees.
For they come to only taste
And flirt with your sisters.
Be weary of humans
For they are selfish
And would tear you from your mother,
Cage you in a false womb
And reduce you to a servant for their eyes.
Away from the
view of the world
And most importantly,
Away from me.
So little flower,
When I return,
Lean towards me and tell me
The secrets of the night
And I will tell you
Of the world outside
Of your field
And this will be our bond.
Sincerely,
The Sun