The Spots On The Sun... - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
Oh Sun, mother of our Earth which you hold dearly in the everlasting spin,
tell us, mere mortals, what secrets you know, tell us our story and how it begins…
Your beauty no one could ever deny - the pale dawn, golden noon, multihued dusk
are the canvas of our prayers, dreams, and faults, hard work and questions we often ask...
Bright star, how many and what languages do you speak when you unleash your fiery tongues?
Are you able to teach us the difference between the side of good will and many wrongs?
Are you the pupil of the whole world, hidden in the iris of the universe?
Is your vision clear? What do we know? Is the truth solid or does it disperse?
What are you - just an exploding mosaic of green, purple, gold and dark blue?
Or perhaps you're the soul of every green leaf, every purple, blue petal, or golden dew?
Are you an ancient book of wisdom we mortals for centuries have struggled to reach?
Will you ever share the words you hold, let us die in peace, in your knowledge enriched?
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