Sun

As bright as a shooting star,

Which that you can see from afar,

Her shimmer like a gold bar,

Sitting there alone hot to get close,

Watching the golden sun in the sky,

Situated, shimmering in her sombre silence,

Wondering how she got so high,

What are her thoughts?

Sitting there year after year,

Seeing everything that has happened in the past,

She has seen all the planets and their bad and good days,

Watching Earth weakening and hearing her screech for help, 

What if she is weakening day after day,

Her bright shine slowly dying,

But not all hope is lost,

Her powerful rays shining between the clouds.