The Image of the Sun

Man was made in the image of the sun;
his fingers like its beams for spreading light;
his smile, the sun rise when new day’s begun;
his mind, a lamp to make the whole world bright.

Yet man has forgotten this golden role.
He’s forgotten Sol is the root of soul,
using his golden beams only to bind;
his heat to scorch and his bright light to blind.

Look on the tall sunflowers and remember
the radiance that nature placed in you,
before your brightness burns away to embers;
rise up and make a day golden and new.