False Sun

I could not see the sun from where I stood
So flew to somewhere that I could
And from where I flew at great height
I saw yellow, warming, clear and so bright

No matter to me that it was below
It was yellow and all I needed to know
For ever bug knows from day one
If it's yellow it must be the sun

So settled I there to bask in the heat
And to warm the soles of my poor feet
But then my dreams of warmth turned sour
As I realised I was stood upon a flower

Terry Rhiannyr
May, 2012