I glance at the sun,
submissive I feel,
to the overbearing powers of that sun on the hill,
sending me glares,
portraying its light.
Even though it is seen,
it feels out of sight.
Beautiful, Yet Unseen
I glance at the sun,
submissive I feel,
to the overbearing powers of that sun on the hill,
sending me glares,
portraying its light.
Even though it is seen,
it feels out of sight.
