If Naught When Looking Up

It is not, 'when if as is the sun? Burning bright and high around the sky when full it's full of self regaurd. Reaching out too every cloud that races, 'bye. Dancing through the wind and praying for the rain walking over rocks to watch the rain drift by and even the soft pillows are warm from the sun as well as not come cool spots I step into, and the waves to you. Hello to you, I am and water from the moon is moved when you and i come back around the sea. If naught when looking up how could we know.