Every day you expect me to come

Up into the sky

In a bright aurora

And shine above thy

But are any of you wondering

What shall behold

In this very universe

Am I more than a thousand years old?

The light that has kept you warm

Has given you life

Has lent a hand each day

Will one day erupt in a flurry of light.

The shine that had burned your skin in summer

The ball that had floated in the sky in snow

The light that leaks through the clouds in rain

The planet that shall soon summon a bright glow.