The Sunscape

Sometimes I wonder where the sun goes when it’s down.
Its own little space.
With all the things it loves.

Sunshine rays and sunny days.
The moon comes up and that’s where it stays.
The sunscape is always neat.

Always clean and tidy.
It actually has a lot of space,it’s not tiny.
When the sun finishes its day shift,that’s where it goes.

With a cozy bed and favorite music flows.
It’s where it goes to take rest.
Like its own little bird’s nest.

And it rests there during the night shift.
When it’s time to go back up again.
When it met the moon,it asked.

Oh stranger,what’s your name?
And so they worked together,taking turns.
It’s where it goes when the sun burns.

The sunscape exists beyond night and day.
That door is always open,it never goes away.
It’s the sun’s little private dimension.

Where it rests and calms down after tension.
And surely the moon has one,too.
Even though the sun and moon are happy,they still need to recharge.

Night and day shifts,the sunscape is large.
When the sun feels worry.
When it’s worried in a hurry.

Or when her mind is blurry.
The sun goes there to rest and recharge.
And the door is always open to anybody.

Sometimes to only the sun.
It’s where she goes when she wants to run.
Peaceful,quiet.

We all need our own little space like that.
There the sun always shines.
Nobody ever cries.

And the sun is always up.
The sky is in comforting pastels.
It has water filled wells and green grass.

The bed is comfy,the food is delicious.
And there is nobody to disturb you.
Come with me,the sun,to a magical land.

Where your time is always productively spent.
Where you life your life,not wondering what it meant.