Sun

The heat stings,

but every pain is meaningful.

The heat burns,

but not every burnt thing is black.

Your light shines above me,

my frail body feels warm.

But what is cold against warmth?

Warmth keeps you living.

Without you, it's black

I couldn't see my path.

I love your ways,

the way you are is what's best.

When you're up,

the grass grow, the leaves eat.

The birds serenade my delicate ears.

You are amazing.

(You are my sun Pa. I miss you.)