He was once the midday sun
Shining 
Blinding 
He stays aloof and distant 
In the middle of the sky 

Now he is old 
And tired
Resting on the nearby hilltop 
Look over
The children on the playground 

Having exhausted most of his energy 
Only the red light remains
Weak, yet warm 
Soft, yet penetrating 
Calm, yet fiery 

He wishes 
You could come out of your house 
Stand in the open 
So he could embrace you 
With his last rays