Little paper moon,
How I can hold you in my hand...
How I can move you all around...
Change the waves and the sand.
Larger little Earth,
As pretty as can be...
Warm, but yet...so cold...
Living beings, all are 'free'
Then there's me...
Red hot sun.
Fiery as can be...
Power obsessed, and in control.
Paternal to all I can see.
©Odd 13/03/13
Is the sun not out true God? To what we owe our existence, and our current nature. Only control by a larger God itself, to which it owes its being too... Coincidence... Maybe. Open to interpretation.
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