Colin F. Jones

THE GIVER OF LIFE

The sun is the life giver and thus a friend,
But an enemy to be that proclaims our end,
For despite itself it will expand and bloom,
Devouring the Earth in a vanquishing gloom.
What then of Gods and myths and dreams,
Subservient thoughts of the minds extremes.
What of the traveller through the sky,
What good are his wings if he is to die
We have the joy of being born to be,
In that arc of life of fruitful land and sea,
Held there in Earth’s most glorious place,
Unattached yet stable in its own space.
But all things must end and so the Sun,
Will destroy all the work that it has done.