The sunlight of existance

 Hair and skin the same tone
the sun a roof, a road, a throne
A pasture over hoof
this light flows, a precious stone

A fine piece of earth
where something might grow
Are we the source or the relection of it
An eternal destruction that provides endless creation

hope and light inseperable
This little grain of the galaxy
A fine few spheres
where something might grow

The mind veins 
active under an ultraviolet sun