Looking into the sun.
It must be sad.
Scared to be looked at.
For the light will hurt.
It keeps us warm.
It helps the plants.
makes them live.
And still it is not looked upon.
For fear.
For the pain it would Bering.
It must be sad.
So sad.
Never to be looked at.
Always hurting people.
So much pain.
It's wonderful light blinding.
So no one can see.
The beautiful sun.
No one can truly see the sun.
I'm sad for the sun.
It must be lonely up there.
Always being alone.
It must hurt to be the sun.
