My Sunshine

A little ray of sunshine is what we all need. For some this means fun time, for others a feed. So the great constellation of moon, stars and sun would create an equation that makes the world run. 'It's PHOTOSYNTHESIS' says the teacher. 'It warms our pool' say envied achievers. It balances climate for all the creatures. And she shines on the dams that are built by beavers. 'How much is enough? ' asks the peasant in Finland. And the German who travels to Darwin. The decision is tough, (should I get my share inland?) . My white skin is pale 'cause it's been solarly starving. I don't care 'bout these crazy and dull calculations. Myself - I am lazy in sun-siderations. So, my secret is this, as I sit here and doodle: I have not a ray but the entire caboodle.