Poem To the Sun

a bone menagerie gathered to greet the sun the stalwart orb shines still skyward ho, goes it's daily run heating deserts by force a steady predictable course worshipped by the heathen growing the garden of Eden greetings to beasts and men Le Soleil has returned again hiding shyly by night to return with hydrogen might a furnace that whirls shining on this turbid world marking time without fail pouring daylight into our pail now the burrowing mole scurrying half blind in a hole rarely sees the sunlight existing in nearsighted night compare to the skylark flying fro high above sunbeams it's keen eyes hit the mark scarcely caring a whit, it seems I see the sunflower receiving the beam of power so well formed by the lathe of the returning sun's faith