The Poet And The Sun

He said to the sun 'There is this night Which ever darkens our run Behind your might Either you cut away that Or be it done light-donned' 'O'dear my son My destiny' said the sun Is that I can't turn back I'm chasing the said night But my brightness does make Nowhere to be found that night' 'It's you humans' sun comtinued 'Who see it trapped in its dark In front and at the back And in and out all around Pray, better you find a way To light your way like my way' Then the sun went lighting its way Leaving the poet his thinking way