I am not the sun.

Today I am the sunshine.

Tomorrow I will rain.

The sky does know my passion.

The earth will know my pain.

The flowers fear my fury

but they reach up towards my glow.

They bend and shake and quiver

but they need my love to grow.

The mountains bow to me

lowering snow-capped heads so high.

Then on their feet, in rigid stance

as birds go floating by.

With foam reflecting clouds,

the oceans crash on sand.

Waves and currents, twist so tight

a grand applause at hand.

My whispers echo roars

announcing I am here.

My presence ever gently

the winds will know I'm near.

I am not the sun

compared to things so small.

I am mighty to the galaxy,

I control it all.