You give them… light and heat
Just enough, and plenty to eat
They acknowledge your glowing face
With a smile, and frankly that’s a treat
Then to sweet sounds, cozy surrounds
Fresh air breeze, occasional mist
To colourful lighting displays
And fluffy animals, too many to list
Grateful for the gifts received
They next need some reassurance. Why?
Things will always be this way
Loved ones will always be nearby
Of course, they soon get bored
With the same gifts every day
You can’t provide instant supplies
Of what they ask for, when they pray
So, soon enough they go, and grow
They give thanks, and bid farewell
They claim to adore your guiding light
And your personality as well
Well, forgive me for not showing off
But I always thought myself as boring
Sure, a few misfired cosmic rays at play
But no real miracles, for them to be adoring
Then just you watch the cheeky beggars
Tell tales of their father’s intention
To service their wives, dead or alive
And other things, I’d rather not mention
The Sun, the Father, the myth and legend
The most popular story ever told
No need to create tales anew, just add to…
Save or enslave, more souls, be bold
Well just imagine the sadness
Watching all your children go wrong
You’d be half inclined, to zap or grind
Their bones with a storm too strong
But forgiving must old yellow dwarfs be
Glory gone, but still illuminating billions
Ungrateful offspring, let them go
To follow their new heroes and villains