When I was an owl
I cursed the sun,
as each ray
of its golden light
signaled the end
of yet another night
of hunting and eating.
When I was a flower
I worshiped the sun,
as only its light
had the power
to strengthen
and nourish
my fragile body.
When I was a cave
I ignored the sun,
as my ancient passageways
were unaffected
by either its rising
or its setting.
Through time
and experience
I have learned
this truth;
that my opinions
of the sun
describe only myself.
