It Matters

As the morning sun rose, it did say “Who’s there, on earth, so trustworthy To follow my movements throughout the day?” Out spoke the sunflower “It’s me, my Lord, in that bower. Through the day though come what may I’ll follow you foot-steps in sun and shower.” It kept its words and the sun gasped Fidelity as this had never before shaped. The mid-day sun did eloquently sail “On earth is there anyone so brave To face my wrath at full scale?” The leaves rustled and the old banyan grunted “I’ll and though you burn me with all your might Won’t let a ray pass by my sight Shade under me will be intact, all right.” The sun increased its wrath and waned The tree remained firm, sacrifice left the sun shamed. The setting sun spoke before it did flip “Who’s there, on earth To carry out my duty when I am asleep?” The little fire-fly woke up and flew “Though I do not burn as bright as bright as you Yet I’ll shine through all the night To make a small difference I’ll fight.” The sun was done, it hath failed Commitment as this had him nailed. These small differences kept the earth going that day The moon did shine, everything was fine The sun rested assured “Fire of character is stronger than mine.”