Rock Le Sune

Look up at the yellow jewel in the sky, being of bold and of bright.

When there is the sun there is me, low and below, hold and behold.

My surface is a mirror, reflecting the warm and calming heat.

Hot, hot

up, up

like a warm shower

like hot steam

I wish to see and feel, 

what night cannot give me.

For night creatures crawl under and over me.