I almost don’t dare to say a few words as the following poem says it all in such a beautiful and authentic way. When I watched the sun going down this evening, I indulged in its warmth while she sets the garden in fire with her golden glow. What a wonderful, peaceful way to end the day. And it makes me wonder and ponder …
Every day, again and again, I am given this beautiful gift and still I continuously look for more. We take nature for granted, but yet, we could not live without. What would happen if one day we woke up and there was no sun to warm us?
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love
do you think there is anywhere,
in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed
or have you too
turned from this world
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
The Sun by Mary Oliver
