The Sun

 

Who was it that imagined the sun When the very first day begun Who lit up the stars for the night And conceived the first snowflake's flight


Who breathed life into the wind And gave beings to human and kind Who wrote the texts, with which pen For blackbirds and for wrens

You feel when someone cries or laughs Or when the rains sing That there's one great loving force Hiding in all things
Toon Hermans


The Sun, the Moon and the Stars