If Naught When Looking Up Poem by James McLain

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.