The sun's radiating heat
Attenuating my state.
The sun is deciding my progress
Because I am not.
I've observed my volition peter
And the slow steady engulf me.
As a child, I would course
Through the raspberry ridges.
And the sun would lift me,
It coerced my cultivation.
And now it plays the beast,
Bestowing to me my troubles.
It is a friend,
And I
A fickle one.
As it takes,
It gives.
And I am plied
With a beaming friend.
