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.