Glory, glory, glory!
Man is nobody;
Firm in his world,
Where only he is lord.
WHAT EARTH SAID TO THE SUN
Oh nothing. Just that it knows
that in its daily rounds,
its light shines beyond every nose.
Oh, and that it just found out
though it does need all this,
but must it be so damn very hot?
Oh, it always chooses to hide
when it is most desired,
so it follows a dense cloud’s side.
Oh, yes it must shine its light
that sprouts all alive,
but must it select time and might?
Oh, in its daily timely departure
it picks when its light
had served work and not leisure.
Oh, its massive size remains so far
and as near as a hand’s palm
so why don’t they all stay where they are?
Oh, also if and when they do meet
then let its light grace all,
because it is only fair in this feat.