Never makes a single sound
But somehow manages to make itself heard
In love with the clouds, best friends with the birds
Knows its way up
and of course, the way down
Shiny, perfect, deep.
Represents all life
Without itself, knowing how to breathe.
A great pit of fire,
There in the sky
The heart of all passion,
Up who knows how high
Energizing, unrealistic, fun
Its life has only just begun
We've learned it's old
But it seems so young!
It makes the world a better place to love.
If I could live on fantasy
I would live and breathe and be
The sun
♥
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