Only the sun.

But, only the sun.
Show me the world, get your head around the globe.
Touch the polar ice caps, slide across the continents.
Jump the islands and land on one to sleep. Swim the straits alongside dolphins.
Pierce the clouds and taste rainbows. Own the wind and embrace the trees.
Dress the mountains in ice and curve their rocks with your hands.

Stand with me on this plain and flirt with the moon in silence.
Bathe in the sea and create waves that ride miles.
Bless the forests from their shady interiors to their leafy exteriors.
Drag the rivers along where it may tickle your fancy.
Caress the hills like they were breasts round and grassy.

Only the sun reminds us to wake from playing god.
The omens of dawn more real than Nostradamos.
And the secrets of dusk more sacred than scripture.
The rays of midday are a parents hand guiding you.
Only the sun reminds, recharges and can renew.