OH! TO NOT BE A MORNING SUN OR MIDNIGHT MOON BUT "MIDDAY SUN"
The morning sun, with golden rays, awakens worlds, and chases night's gaze. The midday sun, with fervent might, illuminates all, in radiant light, The evening moon, with silvery glow, lulls the world to sleep, in gentle flow, But which of these three, is most divine? The morning sun, with its nascent shine? Or the evening moon, with its gentle beam? FOR ME, it's the midday sun, that's the supreme. I'd love to be, like thee, O midday sun, hated, yet admired, by everyone. For though thou art, a burning, fiery ball, thou canst not be ignored, thou must be faced by all. Not a fleeting dawn, nor a gentle night, but a presence vast, a searing light. Feared, yet faced by all who live, a truth relentless, no shade to give. Thy heat, and light, and energy, and might, make thee a force, that's felt, both day, and night. And though thou may'st, be hated, and despised, thou art, a presence, that cannot be denied. I'll be the sun that makes thee sweat, makes thee sigh, ...