The sun.
Looking from above.
The sun,
Seeing through my soul,
Knowing everything.
The sun,
Showing the way,
Helping to find what is -
lost,
Warming.
The sun,
Makes the trees look green,
Keeps me -
alive,
Inside myself.
Fills the heart over again,
When all that was in it has vanished

Without the sun,
I am no longer,
I am a stone, in the wall of -
Life
That has crumbled.