Oh, The Sun!
Oh, The Sun!

Oh, the Sun!
Oh, the Sun!
Have you seen what it’s done?

It jumped up this morning
before you or me,
and it hollered and glowed
over every last tree!

It is HOT.
Oh so HOT.
Have you thought of that? What?

Ten thousand degrees
on its shimmery face!
The hottest hot thing
in our whole bit of space!

It tells seeds when to grow
and tells birds when to sing.
It is busy and blazing
and doing its thing.

But here is a wonder,
a truly grand thought:
the light leaving Sun
travels faster than thought—

It swings round to morning
for someone out there,
for a kid in another place,
waking up somewhere.

The Sun doesn’t stop.
The Sun doesn’t sleep.
It has promises, bright ones,
that it’s going to keep.

It is big.
Oh so BIG.
It is BIGGER than big.
It is bigger than your house
and your Uncle named Stig.

One million little Earths
could fit inside with ease,
with room left over still
for a factory of bees!

Now the Sun,
it has work—
oh it works without pause,
it has never called in sick,
no, it never gives cause.

It makes flowers go tall.
It makes puddles go small.
It lifts water to clouds
and then—plop!—lets it fall.

Well, faster than almost,
it travels so quick,
eight whole minutes to reach you!
That’s one heck of a trick.

At night when it’s dark,
when it’s time for your bed,
the Sun doesn’t quit—
no! It travels ahead.

So when morning arrives
and you squint through the glare,
just say,
“Hello, Sun!
I am glad that you’re there!”

For without it, no fish.
Without it, no trees.
Without it, no you
and no one to say please.