The Sun

Classicmister

 

That  golden  glowing globe

That rules a daytime cloudless sky

And lights and warms the Earth

Sustainer of life for all that grows and breathes

 

The pivot of Earth’s annual round

Our nearest star and yet so far away

Its light journeys eight minutes

To reach our Earthly home

 

Thus at the moment of my death

The sun that's seen

Is not as at my final heart beat 

But  as it was when I was still alive

 

  • Author: Classicmister (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2022 11:22
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 15
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news

Comments1

  • arqios

    It would take 8 minutes at least for us to notice anything that could be happening to the sun. The implications of this lag is enormous. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.