What is the Sun to you?
Just a distant star in the sky?
Or do you feel it breathing
in every leaf, in every wave,
in the quiet rhythm of your own heartbeat?
It does not speak, and yet it tells stories:
of beginnings and becoming,
of light that awakens life,
of warmth that makes even silence bloom.
How often do you truly look…
not with your eyes, but with feeling?
