One Sun wasn’t
enough,
To light the many
lives;
So, their quest drifted
in oceans,
To choose from stars at sulking night.
Where flows
fountain of youth,
Or gold not so
precious shalt be;
What’s swaying
not b/w heaven hell,
Rushes never
where rivers of belief.
What was near was
made unseen,
The afar felt in
the thoughts more green;
Invaluable Sun
but paltry; as in the sight,
Shifted none; in
shifts served on mountains, at night. 😊