Sunshine

I want to put the sun to bed,

And wake him up each day.

I want to stroke each of his beams,

And tell him it’s okay. .

It must be hard to be a start

About which no one seems to care;

No one seems to thank the sun,

Even though he’s always there.

Perhaps the sun really is just gas,

And can’t hear whatever we say,

But I once gave him a grin and like to think

That he shone a little brighter that day.

xxx