what is the sun
but a thing that comes and goes
first warmth than cold grows
and the breeze,
what is that
but the inconsistent wafting
that carries respite from the heat
only to bite with the bitter cold
but me…I am the earth
i am the rock upon which one stands
forever solid, never rising nor setting
neither warm nor icy cold
simply the foundation
upon which one builds;
braver than that named brave;
more powerful than the powerful
who shame themselves
in sad comparison.