The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost
One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return
Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.
A friend that you have lost, and to look upon them is to feel tears in your eyes as hot as the ocean under the sun.
To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet
And wander through the woods aimlessly
To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else
And say,
I saw something beautiful today.
My heart breaks
For every snowflake
That twirls down,
Solitary
Amongst a gray sky
It looks lonely, you see
Not as if I don’t know how that feels.
A tree is downed in the forest
It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor
Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages
And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.
Comments
Odd, I used to know several people who referred to the sun as "Sun-Buddy." Eventually I picked up the phrase, too. Now that I've read your poem, it makes all the more sense to look upon the sun as a friend, or a lost friend, that can shine a brilliant light for you or make your eyes water, depending on the situation or the day. Great analogy.
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